The other day I let a friend of mine convince me to race a sprint triathlon on the same day I was going to attempt to revive my track career from 25 years ago. And in full disclosure my abilities on the track got me no more that a few races were I was not DFL (dead F..in last).

I have raced triathlon along side my road bike for the 25 years that I was away from the track. On the bike I have been a life long CAT 4 roadie who will likely upgrade to CAT 3 not on points but on mass starts. And for no other reason than I am just tired of the CAT 4 smash up derby’s I have witnessed the last few years. At least I am an old fart who can now enter the Master races and get my ass handed to me by some of the local ex-pro’s and past Olympic medal winners. But in the tri world i have been able to have some small podiums here and there.

So on this given Sunday when my so called friend talked me into doing the Hansen Dam Sprint Triathlon I was going to take it easy and just have fun. That is until this good for nothing SOB starts talking trash and makes sure I have to race to keep face. So thus I do and get a fairly respectable 5th in my age group. But it came at the expense of completely blowing my legs apart.

So a few hours later I roll into the ADT/Home Depot Velodrome with my tired ass and pretty much useless legs. Looking at the 2 story high, and 47 degree banking makes me just a little bit nervous, but with the adrenaline starting pump through my vines I am starting to feel as if I just might be able to not make a complete fool of my self.

Roger (our instructor) gives a long, but worth while talking to (with instruction). We get on our rental bikes and hit the apron. Okay this is boring right put of the gate and all I can think about is proving my man hood by getting on that banking. As we move from the black line, to the red line, to the blue line, all I can think bout is getting to that dam rail. But it was not to be today.

When all was done I am hooked. Looking to get a track bike (here is hoping Fuji gets me hooked up) and proving my man hood by riding the top of the banking and bombing down to hook some elbows.