arrived in brazil for the street race on thursday morning to 40 degree heat and to add to that is was as humid as f@$k.

in friday we had track walk and a lunch at the top of the hill over looking Santos, was pretty nice but busy ad sweaty. think that night i must have drunk or eating something bad because i was up all night, to and from the rest room. felt so sick all night and got hardly any sleep. having to get up on saturday morning feeling like i did was not easy especially knowing iv got to hurtle down stairs at 40 mph. 

anyway got to the race and nearly passed out. got taken to the medical tent and sat on the bed, before i new it i had 5 nurses around me all speaking in wild languages at me. then the doc pulled out what looked like a knitting needle and skewed it in to my arm. i lay down and pumped full of stuff that was supposed to hydrate me. i was laid there for a about an hour before i was told i was free. felt a bit better, but had missed all my practice for the day and was was only able to take 2 practice runs. i later find out i have to be top ten to qualify for the next days race. lucky i managed to get 9th with 2 runs down the hill.

sunday arrived, and i woke up after another shi**y nights sleep. we had one practice in the morning and then the semi final. i was feeling less than ideal after two days of no food and lack of sleep. i felt like i really should put in my best after my trip been payed for and the big TV coverage. guess my best was not good enough this weekend!!! racing against crazy south american people has opened my eyes to how sketchy you can be and still manage full run down the hill 

coming over to california next week to come and train and play on some downhill bikes and dirt jumps.