So yeah, I decided to race on Sunday. After whining about racing against those
“serious types” in a lap race, I realized that it’s what I do. While I may not be super serious about it, I
do enjoy getting out there and pushing myself.
Several members of the non-serious crowd persuaded me to head up to Greensboro, so I gave
in. I thought it was the right thing to
Why all the fuss about a simple cross country race? Well, I guess the fact that I had to make an
emergency out of town trip last weekend kinda wore me out. We got in late Sunday night, and the weather
kept me from riding all week. As I
mentioned yesterday, I did get out on the road, and that was the only
two-wheeled fun I had since we got back.
Yeah, I was a little grumpy, and probably lazy too. Plus, my main man Lunchbox is still on
vacation in Florida. That meant that I had to hit the road alone.
I wasn’t feeling it, but I went anyway.
I got there with plenty of time to spare, so I hung out with
the locals at the start line.
Eventually, I got changed into my Bike29
started warming up. I felt pretty good,
and I was ready to get out on the trail.
I heard it was wet and slippery out there, so I started thinking about
my strategy…at the start line.
I lined up at the back of the pack, planning to take it easy
and not bust my ass out there. When the
race started though, I couldn’t help it…
I gunned it.
As we rounded the corner headed for the singletrack, I found
myself in third place. We hit the trail
and it was a greasy mess, but I held on.
That didn’t last long though. The
trail dipped down and then went up a pretty steep climb, and I forgot that I
was on a geared bike. I stood up to
mash up it in a big gear, and spun out immediately. I watched as most of the field passed me by.
That took the wind out of my sails, but it shouldn’t have
been such a big deal. However, I felt a
little pain in my knee when I tried to climb and I became concerned. I backed off my pace a bit as we climbed a
little more, but I could still see everyone in front of me (and a few folks
behind.) As the first lap wore on
though, I could feel my knee getting worse.
I let one guy, then another go by, and it turned into a survival race at
that point. I kept seeing people in
front of me within reach, but I just didn’t have the power to catch them. That continued until the end of the lap, and
well into the second lap.
As I passed the start finish line for lap three, I had
bigger problems. My knee wasn’t really
getting any worse, but at that point I was getting bored. Three laps on a 5.6 mile course is a little
tedious, and it was all I could do to keep from throwing in the towel. I don’t quit races, but damn I wanted this
one to be over. I eased my way through
the rest of the race, trying to keep from getting hurt worse and fucking up my upcoming
trip to Vermont
After what seemed like an eternity, I crossed the finish
line. I had a pretty shitty race, and
ended up in 7th (I think.)
The results weren’t posted before I left, but unless someone quit that
was in front of me then I’m certain that’s where I ended up. Seventh doesn’t sound so bad, right? It does when there were only seven people in
the class. It wasn’t my first DFL and it
certainly won’t be my last, that’s for sure.
I’m still glad I got out there. I pushed myself through the pain and boredom,
and got to hang out with some pretty cool people afterwards. I guess I’ll stop bitching about these races
from now on and just keep plugging away.
There are only a few more in the series anyway, but I don’t have one for
a little while.
Now I can focus on my big road trip.
Expect to see tons of chatter regarding Single Speed USA
over the next few days, since I will be on
the road in less than a week.
I mean, what the hell else am I gonna talk about?