Eight-Legged Beast.
Houston is the closest thing you can get to experiencing an actual, thriving, underwater metropolis. With the average summer humidity hovering somewhere around 114 gallons per-second, and the average heat lingering around elevendy-billion degrees, just trying to breathe can be difficult. Some people say that living in Houston is like living in any big city, but being slapped with a warm wet towel everywhere you go. So it's a good thing that our crew of Peak Fitness athletes are a tough bunch, ready to take on any climatic element, be it humidity, heat, or a good, hearty warm/wet towel-slapping. Their preparation paid off with a stellar Team Time Trial at the Texas State Championship.

The team consisted of the usual suspects, including:
Maurice "high threshold hummingbird heart/beast of the" East:

Ray "I have a PhD in whooping butt" Botello

Scott "this is probably the first time you've seen my face because I am so fast" McMillan

And Morris "No I don't shave my legs, I just stare at them and the hair runs away" Camp:

We arrived at the course about an hour and a half before the start time. We had one minor holdup before the race, involving a bike locked to a car rack and a key at a hotel room roughly one hour away. I scrambled to find something to help free the stead. Luckily Scott never leaves home without a good hefty pair of wire cutters.

I managed to work my way through the cable in no time at all. It was easier than I thought it would be. In totally unrelated news I recently came into possession of a bunch of gently used Pinarellos, Cervelos, and Colnagos that are now for sale.
With the bike now not attached to a Toyota, the boys headed out for a warmup and then assembled at the start area. They assumed incredibly intimidating facial expressions. They were like rattlesnakes ready to strike.

There was a storm a' brewin. Lucky for everybody else there was also a cowboy/USCF official to keep things calm.

The boys lined up and spent the last few minutes going over their strategy: go very, very fast.

They rolled up to the line, made last second adjustments, and were off!

It would be pure speculation for me to gander at what happened on the out and back course. Locals in the area reported seeing a "flaming train of lightning and fire," and hearing "the speed of sound being repeatedly broken," and catching a glimpse of "some sort of crazy eight-legged monster that had perception of neither of pain nor suffering." We caught a few shots as they zoomed across the finish line.

The race was a success and the training paid off. Total time: 58.39 for an average speed of 25.43 mph! This nabbed an impressive 5th place for the category.
There was only one thing left to do: stage a totally rememberful "GO TEAM!" picture at the finish line.

And then it was time for the cool-down.

Good work boys. Next year, Pro 1/2 for sure.
EB











