WTF - The Short Of It

In February Walla Walla was positioned to be my A race. Power was up. Confidence was up. Weight was down.  I am coming to the realization that there is no way to prioritize racing. A races are those you absolutely crush, B races are those you hang on, and C races are those you are just thankful to have survived. Walla Walla was the latter. I finished but it wasn't easy.

Day 1: Hung tough until I cramped and dropped on the final big climb.
Day 2 AM: Put down respectable TT but not top 10 as I expected.
Day 2 PM: Broken spoke in crit.
Day 3: Held on until third time up big climb.

Day 4, 5, and 6: Male Cankles.

What are those you ask? An encyclopedia on the internets gives the following description:

A leg or legs with much flesh on it, usually wobbling, that has no shapely definition.

Here is an illustration:

It was a tough weekend and this injury has kept me off the bike for the past three days. Hopefully this will pass in time for Saturday's TT.