Another day, another podium

Yesterday, a few select colleagues and I took part in the very traditional and romantic 11th annual Houston Winter Solstice Classic. Though unfamiliar with the local geography, we were able to use our extensive training at elevation and superior race tactics to put a man on the podium. I am very fortunate that I had good enough legs that day to be that man, but it would not have been possible without the beautiful work of my teammates (especially Bret). Proudly flying the colors of the Arctic Rainbow (Team Wooly Mammoth sponsored by Castle Hill Specialized Fitness), I stormed to a 3rd place finish, losing by the slimmest of margins to two of Houston's most powerful riders. I was almost disappointed for a moment when the race announcer handed me my prize (Ed. - ugliest. messenger bag. ever.), and I looked around only to realize no podium girls were to be found. But then I turned to face the wild cheers of the fans and the camera flashes of the tifosi, and I remembered why I race: the glory.