the weekend that was.

Durand (see also: internet blogland for painfully detailed accounts of the race).

1. did anyone see the piles of snow still lingering around?
2. I lost count, but there were quite a few expired deer laying in the ditch. I'd think that some Wisconi type would have made venison jerky out of those by now.
3. Stop throwing your gel wrappers, bottles, etc. in the ditch. It was pretty pathetic to see all the trash in the ditch at Durand. I rode the last lap pretty damn slowly and saw a beautiful mosaic of discarded wrappers. Nice.

Parking lot crit in Mankato:
We got up innere real good an raced hard you know we came to see what we got an showed some promise got good qualifyin start an th Grand Performance Bianchi was runnin real good we dun got up innere at the end wit th main move an got Jens the win an cuddint dun it widdout the Bianchi Grand Performance Sram Bell Cliff Bar Giro sunglasses an all our loyal fans.

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(From the newest member of the PureJenius.net staff (who, by the way, is paid >well So I've been perusing the MCF board tonight and I still can't believe how many guys are whining about the races and race categories that promoters choose for races. I'm pretty good at whining too, so here goes: I'm a 35+ Cat 3 woman who will show up for the St. Cloud Crit and have to toe the line with Cat 1/2 guys - I don't give a shit that they're 50+, their license still says Cat 1 or 2 (and 3/4/5) and they race like Cat 1/2s. What's that you say, it's a ROY race, so we'll be scored separately? Okay cool, then I'll completely overlook the fact that the race will blow apart on about lap 1.5 and I'll spend the remainder of the race with 3 or 4 other women if I'm lucky or I'll assume the time trial position and ride around in circles by myself. Should be fun. Oh, I should shut my trap because if I think the 50+ guys are too fast and furious, I s...

Good thing I'm racing 35+

No lie. - P

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My low self esteem dates back to my early childhood. I grew up in a household where I was to be seen and not heard. I was told quite often that nothing in the house was mine because I did not pay for it. I was not allowed to have an opinion or challenge the patriarch and authority. This continued through to my adult life and continued to shape how I felt about myself. I wasn't ever going to be good enough. It weighs deep with me today. I have very low self worth and self esteem. I don't feel like I belong in social situations with people who, from my own perspective, are normal. If they only knew how fragile of a person I am, it would be game over for me. It shouldn't matter to me anymore as I have proven, to myself, that I came from behind to catch up with my peer group from an educational and professional standpoint. It still weighs on me, I feel like others look at me and think that I must not be that smart because I'm only an XYZ at my job and not an ABC. Of course...

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