that was a good three days of Cyclocross for me.
My head is a big old funnel, I pour all this shit into the wide end of it,
when I pulled the plug,
gravity, it all can't be help but to form, and fall out into a small fast stream.
I put all these suggestions, real time life observations, what I read, studying pictures,
Into the top of the funnel.
I went over to the Cooper River, just a big grass field when I got there,
by 3:00 staked and taped, even got a couple of laps in.
If you run a new race, love to race, spectate, whatever,...
Helping set up a course, to see how and what it takes to run a race,
that will make you a better racer.
Saturday Cooper River CRCX
I got to the Cooper River cx course early.
Racers were being staged, starting right out into the rising sun.
I was keyed up nervous, did not have my usual focus. My race, I had a good chance to win,
I love so much about cx racing, and, but, .... winning over the last, lots of years, I have not even been close to doing.
We lined up, The whistle blew, and into the zone I went,
I like to think, that being a real good cross racer,
that you are entertaining, you bring sport to the show,
the back story,
That those outside the tape, looking in, might want to watch.
The race was a battle from the start to finish, between me and Paul Wahner.
It was very respectful.
Hard. Ball squeezing hard,
and in the end, as I ducked under the tape, to get off the course,
I could not help but be disappointed.
Paul crushed me in the sprint for 1st.
He had a better plan, and executed,....me.
I sulked just a bit, got over it, hung out, had a beer, chatted with the Feathermen,
and had my picture taken by Mr. Dillard for a winners podium shot.
That's pretty swell!
Bob and the gang, got a new course,
this one, yep, bob and the crew,
made one, that's got plenty of it's own personality.
I got off the line swell, set into what I thought was a group of three,
Sinclair, Wahner and I.
The 1st lap went well and hard,
the second lap, I was already at the bottom of my tank.
Then the next three, Wahner and Sinclair,
dip some Big Time wrestling stomps to my head,
I did'nt quit,
and kept getting back up off the mat.
me an Paul again.
Last bit of the course,
I was at my limit, ... well,...well above my limits.
Paul took off,
silent david Schindler came around,
where'd he come from,
got to the pavement,
and toiled, heaved, pumped as hard as i could, and crossed the line at
4mph's, for 3rd.
as I drive to work today, I'll think about the weekend,
find some nuggets, tid-bits,
and try and keep them squirreled awayed,
Plan & Exucute
very good, very good weekend!