I picked up my race package today with all of my ¨La Ruta¨shwag... Teeshirts, jerseys, shorts... I was hoping a little Costa Rican was going to jump out of the bag that was going to help push me up these hills, but apparently he escaped.
At the race pickup place at 9:00 this morning they were pumping rave music and there were hundreds of other cyclists there. Man what a feeling! The adrenaline totally started pumping! They give you the official race bag that is the only thing that they will transport from stage to stage. No idea how I´m going to fit all my gear, food, and clothes into it.
It´s flippin´hot here today boy! And it´s only 10:00! So I´m pounding back a ton of water in hopes that some of the liquid will stay inside of me. Today, I´m thinking that I will have to abstain from my Costa Rican fluid diet and stick to water (well. maybe one beer).
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