Its one that makes me a better cross racer. This race, it is what I love to do. Be pushed to my limits, having to think, to bike handle, and to dig deep on my pedal strokes. I did not have my best race, fumbling for the first lap, gapped between the group pulling away and the group seeing me as chum.
I raced hard, I found good lines, I held it up when it was braking loose.
It came down to a group of 4, me sitting 3rd wheel into the final turns, and I had a need to be at the front. I took a clean wider line and stole the corner. And had the three on my wheel, we hit the gravel road to the line and I died, as the first on my wheel came around, and I gave up a bit more, and the 3rd blew by, and then at the line the 4th, easily got me.
You know, at this time, I've got to self coach here, ...with a red face texas high school football coach scream, I need to yell at myself, "what the F' were you doing out there?, ...you gave it up, you let me down, you let them down, now live with it".
In all earnest, I loved the race, and mostly gave it my all,
its a great course, and Fair Hill taught me an important lesson.
photo Bill White: The Sprint.