My daily 140 symbols :)
I was smashed. I was tortured. Finally I was respected. That’s how I feel about Belgium road races. I’ve got the experience which I would never get somewhere else. I would love to say now, if you haven’t race in Belgium, you haven’t race at all. Ladies and guys which have raced there would understand what I’m talking about. It’s hard to explain, how it is when you, who has used to be the first one, are barely finishing. I was not naive, I knew what to expect when I arrived in Belgium, but still I couldn’t imagine that it would be so tough.