Monday, April 14, 2008

A Whoopin'

I was pretty confident I liked Holland. I had all kinds of reasons. I even listed them on the blog. But now, I'm not so sure.

I thought the windmills were supposed to blow away all the crap and make things better. Not so much. Holland kicked my ass.

I come back to Lucca gimping away from Holland with:
-3 races
-2 crashes
-3 DNF's
-bruised, swollen nose (shooting from bike to ground landing on said nose)
-sore ribs
-yellow goo coming from nose and chest (weird lingering illness that did not go away with the arrival of pretty windmills).

All in all, it was a SOOOOPER trip...

Lucca seems to make all things bad go away. I plan on that being the case, because in a week I hope go back to Holland ready to fight.

put em up...


Anonymous said...

Go show them what you can do....
The Mom

Anonymous said...

You get healed up and well, Alison. Can't wait to see you at Fleche!! Oh, and thanks for the 'no hairdryer' tip! --Joanne