Had an experience that i am not sure will ever happen again to me in a cross race. Masters 35 plus at Bear Creek. They lined the collegate men first then the c men, then us, then the b-women. Was pretty nervous about today. Very diffrent season for me, with a three month old at home, rode less, barely raced, but tried to train smarter, less time on the bike but lots of hard efforts. I had ridden a few laps of a very tough course, getting winded going slow, sliding all over the place in the turns, thinking, "perhaps i should have taken the year off". Was way in the back in the start by the way we were lined up, and they let everyone go at the same time, so lots of traffic. I found a little daylight, and like ricky bobby says........rubbin is racin'. Shot through a hole and was on 4th wheel into the first turns on the ski slope. By the time i got to the last set of barriers, i was sitting in...first. Right after the barriers was asphalt, and all i remember was thinking....
1. It is really quiet up here
2. You are stupid, you went out to hard, and you are going to get caught
3. I like the view
4. Shake and Bake!
5. Is that Eric on the microphone as i come through the start finish? Is that Talking Heads they are playing? Are they going to set the lap times on me? Cool!!!!
6. Where is everybody.....I am NOT supposed to be here
Turns out at least #2 was true...got caught halfway through the second lap, could not stay with the first two racers, but managed to hold it together and got on other racer to finish second in my group, and i think thirds overall in that race.
Just proves that the sun will shine on a dogs ass every now and then.
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