aturday night was round one of Greensprints. I went there telling myself I wouldn’t race on account of my gimpy hand (and not riding for two months). I, of course, ended up racing. And losing handily. Twice. Still, it was a whole lot of fun. It’s an indoor, virtual 500-meter sprint. The winner posts times in the low 20s. Yeah. Do the math. That’s nearing 50 mph over a third of a mile. There’s a good reason for the puke bucket (okay, okay. Beer may play a role, too).
Us mortals run it in a little less than 30 seconds. It’s fast and violent and awkward, and I found myself forgetting to breath. Which isn’t a problem for the first half. You don’t need to breath for the first 15 seconds. The problem is if you don’t breath during those first 15, you nearly pass out during the last 15.
Next round is Jan. 7 at The Side Door. Be there! (I made a poster for that one, too!)