Not a King, just a Serf!
What a freaking way to start the season! Wow did I suck!
I had pre-ridden the course enough to know what to expect and felt I had a good racing strategy. The new section of the race extended the course by 1 mile and added some demanding punchy climbs and I knew not to go through all my 'matches' right away. Like everyone else, I was a little (a lot!) worried about how the rain had affected the long and multiple wood bridges. During one wet pre ride, I set foot on one, and immediately wiped out. Those things were damn slippery when wet! During the warm up ride, things looked remarkably dry though, and the bridges ended being just fine.
|Charlie before passing me.|
Within the first mile I knew was in big trouble. I could not get my head into it, and was not ridding clean. I was clearing things but it was not smooth, nor effortless. I was banging into things instead of floating over them. Worse was that every time the trail pointed up, even slightly, my legs would feel sore. Normally it's my lungs and heart rate that dictate my pace, but here my legs were just refusing to get going.
|Steve before passing me!|
(I should point out here that Friday night I brought my bike to Caster's and Freddie was kind enough to work me right in and fix a couple of things. He was the one that put my rear wheel back in at the shop, and was racing a couple of positions behind me...hmm...coincidence? In actuality, he had put the wheel back on and I had asked him to loosen the skewer a bit as it was way to tight for me! Stoopid me!)
|Freddie passed me too!|
I got the wheel back on and double checked the tightness. As I came to the little punchy climbs, my legs had not magically regained their power like I had hoped for and was struggling to make it up any of them. Soon Steve O was behind me and let him pass. I tried to keep his wheel but was just not smooth enough. My hope was to catch back up to him on the fire road climb, but instead just struggled to climb that very easy grade. As I crested the top, Freddie had now about caught up to me. He soon passed me and started to create a gap. As we hit the road section, he was about 100 yards in front so I sprinted to grab his wheel. I expected to blow up doing so, but instead was suddenly feeling good. I passed him and told him to grab my wheel. As we got back onto the trail, I was suddenly felling good. Did I say that already? My legs were complying and my handling skills was back. It felt like I had just come out of dense fog. Since I knew my race was over, I was going to try to give Freddie a wheel but after the first climb, when I turned around he was no longer there. And since my legs were finally feeling like they opened up, I decided to go for it and try to save what ever I could. I cleaned everything w/ out too much problem and felt good until the end. Going up the final straight to the finish line, I even caught a glimpse of Steve before he crossed it.
|on my way to suck ville!|
Btw, I have not mentioned my placement or time - cause i don't wanna freaking talk about it!!!!
|Rich...my rabbit for next year!|