
It was a hard race.
Salt Lake City - Things are heating up for me at the Larry H. Miller Tour of Utah. The press is on the prowl - and that makes me a lot busier.
Rock Racing moved three riders into the top 10 overall and Team Type 1's Glen Chadwick (the only Olympian in the race) is the new King of the Mountains leader. So that meant two press releases, plenty of interviews and a long day of driving.
My routine the first two days of the race has pretty much been the same: Wake up around 5:30 a.m. Hit snooze. Finally get out of bed before 6 a.m. Catch up on a dozen or so e-mails that arrived overnight. Get ready for the day. Stop at Starbucks for a piece of coffee cake (or pumpkin cake, as it was this morning). Drive to the race start (usually an hour or more away). Coordinate pre-race interviews. Leave the start before the actual start to get to the feed zone. Lend a hand at the feed zone. Zoom to the next feed zone. (Repeat help at the feed zone.) Zoom to the race finish. Watch the finish. Oversee (and conduct) interviews. Drive back to the hotel. Write press releases. Update Twitter feeds. Review photos. Wait for approval. Send out press release. (Try to eat dinner sometime in between.) Watch Olympic Games (tape-delayed in the Mountain time zone). Update blog. Go to bed sometime before 1 a.m. (if lucky).
On the subject of the stop at Starbucks. It was originally (Rock photographer) Mario's idea. He needs his coffee. I don't need anything. But when we made our first stop there on Wednesday, I nearly left without paying - but not intentionally. One of the co-workers there mistook me for a police officer (who apparently get free breakfast there). I was dressed in Rock Racing black from head to toe and the crest of the team's logo vaguely resembles a police badge.

I also have to mention the price of gas - which is no where close to being under $4 a gallon. Most places, it is $4.15 or $4.20. Ouch.

I also caught up with Fabio Calabria's parents - who are here all the way from Australia - and met Rachael, a friend of former Toyota-United rider Burke Swindlehurst and soigneur for the Bissell Pro Cycling Team. She will be competing in a triathlon Saturday that includes a one-mile open water swim, an 18-mile mountain bike ride (which is up the side of a mountain) and a six-mile run. And the high temperature is only expected to be in the 90s. (Ouch, again.)


Unfortunately, I didn't make it to the finish before the racers arrived - and neither did the soigneurs who were in front and behind of my car. Those things happen. Thank goodness for Mario - whose pictures told the story.
Friday night is the downtown criterium in Salt Lake City. It will be a much different routine, since the race doesn't start until 7 p.m. However, it is a Holy Day of Obligation, which means Mario and I will be on the road again early for mass.




Back home in Omaha, I understand the girls spent the day with Grandma & Grandpa YD and Aunt Bridget and Uncle Jon. Swimming, possible swimmer's ear (Julia) and a trip to Bag 'n Save for popsicles were just the highlights. I missed it all, but hope to hear more about all the fun when I get home. I miss you and your Mom.
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