What?!?!

Third at Tabor, who would have ever thought that was possible? I think I was more surprised than anyone else. The final sprint for that race is crazy, and I finally got to experience it. It has those nice sweeping corners, except it feels like you are going in slow motion. And it seems that you have enough time to think about every pedal stroke. It was something like this;
“Wow, I am going really slow and it is still a long ways to the top. This really hurts, but I made it this far, so I can’t stop now. Okay, now my left foot is down, let’s push on the right one now. Ouch! Wow, I am going really slow…”
Anyways, it was good to finally semi-conquer that damb hill. At least I proved to myself that I can race on it. And thanks to the Lovers for forcing me to race it.