Originally Posted by BTinNYC

I was JRA, very happily trapped in my planned zone 2 haze when I got together with a strong guy from the neighborhood. Colombian ex-racer. Next thing I know he's hammering the hill and YELLING at me (in Spanglish); C'MON! YOU CAN DO IT!! etc. So much for zone 2, I'm not getting yelled at. So I passed him on the hill, and then he passed me and you know how this went...all the way to the cafe!!