I Hurt Everwhere

Lots of riders showed up for Madison practice last night. I got there early and did a full sprint workout (OK, 2/3 of a sprint workout) prior to the class, because I was told it's "Not really a workout, just skills training." Bull. Shit.

I was really surprised at how much fun it was! I used to scoff at Madisons because it just seemed like there was a really high probability of crashing. After taking the class, everything makes a lot more sense now. If you crash in a Madison, it's because you or someone else fucked up...just like any other race.

I got teamed up with Crosby, which was fantastic because he's done like a finity of Madison throws and had lots of good advice for me. And guess what? I actually didn't suck! No, really! Brian told me so.

Then we played a nice game of "put the sprinter on the front of the paceline for 50 laps while Super-Rookie yells at him to go faster, then slower, then faster again." Always a good time.

I had one minor lapse in my attention span and got to take a short trip through the infield. I won't be doing that again.

By the end of the night, I had logged just over 2 hours of saddle time...a record for 2008. I'm not used to riding my bike that long. My whole body hurts.