I was in a bit of a funk, my mind, on day one, it just would not sit down. I tried to focus on the process, prep, eating, pre-riding. I was fixated on cornering, I wiped out a couple of times during the warm up laps. and during the race, sitting in the lead group of the 55+ I took the first dirt turn in the woods, and washed the front wheel out, plowed into and blocked the line up for the group.
I also wiped out around the 180 downhill, I never got into the groovey mind set of racing. but in the end, I had a good race, and finished 5th.
I think I suffered more, in my brain, than muscle and lungs.
Day two,
the course is turnaround, and races the opposite direction.
I did not figure out a way to dissipate my internal demon thoughts, they just left me.
I got a great start, sitting in the front group again, comfortable, even put in a dig on the front.
then, dangled and got gapped, dug hard, and deep.
I had Paul Wahner gapped, but you know the Wahner Bros. they ride like the Krays, proper English Gangsters, they don't forgive a debt, and will make you pay. With not a lick of concern for their pain, or well being, they will get you! Paul f'n chased me down, as soon as he caught me, I attacked, he was gapped a hair, and then there again, I attacked, ditto. He came around, and I followed his wheel, to finish the last lap, I was gonna wait, as long as I could, and not give him a chance to get me back. I went on the finish straight, and just nipped him at the line, maybe got him by 8 inches.
at the end of day two, sitting under Ben's tent, chatting it up, I looked at Kelly Cline, "I don't want to go back to the real world"
good weekend.
Cheers! dlowe
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