Today we had a hill-climb race that I totally crushed everyone on. Over 12 miles up, and then back, about 25 miles in all. In all honesty, I think I won because of the route I took more than anything. Most people took the direct route which had a big steep climb up to the actual main big deal ridiculously-hard-climb last mile. I took another route that flattened out before the main climb, and used that time to get some wind in my lungs and chomp down a powerbar. I've also been riding a lot more lately which I'm sure helped, but last night my legs were super sore to the touch and I was a little worried. I drank a bunch of chocolate milk before bed and they felt pretty ok this morning. Once I actually started riding though, it felt like there was limitless energy in them. Man, it feels good to win! Woo!