It all feels familiar, which is good. It's been a year and a month of racing, almost a year and two months.
I guess here's my weekend in pictures.
I have to start you off with a link since I can't save this pictures since even though it's of me it doesn't belong to me.
Here's me racing the Time Trial:
This was my first race in a 1/2/3 catagory and I got, well...frankly...I got smoked.
There were some problems with bike fit that made it one of the most miserable rides I've had in awhile as well as a cramp that happened on the second to last lap that slowed me down a bit and made me catch my breath. What I thought was a cramp was probably a strain from pushing in a bad position since it hindered Sunday's racing as well.
I was fried from Saturday's race, so I decided to race again on Sunday for fun and relaxation. Jon and I loaded up the car and did our first "family" racing event (you know the type of people that load up the car and have a good ol' time at the MTB race drinking beers and swapping tall mountain bike tales? that's us now I guess!)
Jon raced sport (Say it with me now! Sandbagger!) because he didn't have a current licence. I raced beginner (Say it with me now! Sandbagger!) because I was fried from the 1/2/3 race. He went off the line first and came in on time to see me off.
(Him muddy...me...not so much yet!)
My race started poorly, was pretty tough in the middle and ended poorly with a glimmer of "where'd I get the energy to chase that guy down?" at the very end.
I was suffering right off the line fried from yesterday and the pulled muscles in my right leg kept nagging at any climb I had to do little bursts of power for. Ouch! I ran out of water around mile 4 of 9, which was particularily bad because they sent me out the gate at high noon, so I was racing in the worst heat of an 80 degree day. Usually I LOVE heat but the heat and coolness of spring is so sporatic that I haven't gotten a chance to get used to it. My max heart rate was 205 for this race, I think, and I'm still recouperating from the sunburn that I have from that race.
Karen, the women in second caught me and I said "congraduations" when she passed because I knew there was no way I could even hope to chase her down. Later on the podium we promised eachother another showdown in another race.
(That's me fried after the race.)
I have to say that the course was AWESOME! Despite being in a whole lot of pain I really loved the perfect loops and ups and downs and flowyness of the trail. It's pretty hilly and the decents are technical (which I am bad at...) but I was so exhausted that I just rattled my way down the hills, and back up them. I want to go there with fresh legs someday to just enjoy it and ride it at a comfortable pace. It's kind of like the Kettles in Wisco, but the hills are bigger and it's rockier.
(This is my favorite picture from the race...Jon won and, used to bigger podiums, did the victory salute and the other guys, who are random sport mountain bike racers were like "what is this guy doing?")
(Karen and I in 1 and 2...)
Here's a link to the shot of me racing. This is ALMOST indecent because my jersey was unzipped so far. Oops....