Race the Lake.
5:50 a.m. start time.
4 a.m. wake up call.
Slumber party at casa del jansen.
Armed with my drugs, I arrive for the pre-Race the Lake sleepover. In true Kelly fashion, she has created for me a lovely little space in the basement with mood lighting, snuggly sheets and comfy pillows. And, just to remind everyone, it is ok to go to bed at 8 p.m.
After 45 solid minutes of complaining, our world was suddenly filled with spandex, wheels, tire pumps, grease, body marking, timing chips and coming up was a solid 90 mile bike ride. We arrive in our true form. Just in time to find our team, get our stuff, take our stuff back to the car, find our team again and line up in a wave that is completely inappropriate for our usual speeds.
And can we just say, teamdawnkelly loves draft parties and we were partying like it was 1999 all the way to High Cliff State Park. Weaving in and out of other riders, we smiled from ear to ear at the insanely fast speeds we were able to produce. We were pretty much on target to win the entire thing all together.
Well, that was the thought on the first flat 45 miles. After a quick stop at High Cliff for cookies and pickles (yes, pickles) teamdawnkelly climbed our favorite hill and treked on along the east side of Lake Winnebago. The east side sucked in comparison to the west side, however, we occasionally found new "friends" to ride with a.k.a. pull our asses along.
After we ditched some random girl who was not only useless in our biking adventure but also irritating, we carried on with ourselves and out in East Jesus Nowhere we were finally told by some innocent bystanders that "It's all downhill from here." And it literally was. Thank god because it was the point in our rides that we start to bitch and complain about everything. Literally everything.
We pretty much dominated our bike ride though finishing 90 miles in 4 hours and 56 minutes of biking time. And this is what our finish looked like: we are the only ones coming down the road, we stop, volunteers remove timing chips, we get back on our bikes and say "let's get the eff out of here."
Subway was calling out "teamdawnkelly", along with chips, cherry coke and lemonade to boot. And instead of getting home at 3 p.m., we arrived at 1 p.m. That is speed in it's truest form.
We raced the lake and teamdawnkelly is 100% positive we won. So now we are just waiting for our booty.
And now we are 3 weeks out. Only 2 more weekend of training. We just vomited.
IM Cash Box Update: $209.25
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