I have been
looking forward to this race for awhile. I don’t typically do WORS races, but
when it's just down the road and on an awesome course you'd be silly not to
attend.
My race
would be about 90 minutes long which is a sprint compared to the races I
usually attend. I raced the Comp (Cat 2)
which is one step down from the PRO/Cat1 racers.
10,9,8,7,6,5…………Goooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!
Sprint, sprint, sprint! Straight up Grand Geneva Ski hill,
started mid pack with about 20 guys ahead.
Crest the hill and fly back down, try to catch my breath
without sucking to much dust. Fly down a
short gravel road and sneak past a couple guys.
Head back up the hill again and pass a few… try for one more and he closes
the door on me.
Back down the hill, don’t touch those brakes! Carry that
momentum back up the hill one more time… 4 guys ahead, one is wheezing, bye bye.
3 more, one loses traction in the rocky corner. 2 more, I'm content with heading into the
woods in third, then I find a way past this guy and I am in second.
Now the nerves are kicking in… this is where I want to be
but not where I expected to be. Keep
pushing! A couple miles of single track
and we head into the rock garden, a popular spectator point. People cheering, a guy with a super loud blow
horn going off… somehow I am able to here Christina "Go David!" She seemed to be caught up in it as well.
30 minutes in and lap 1 ends, time to start climbing the ski
hill three times again. Its easy though
because I know after this I only need to do it one more time. I see Christina again at the top of the
climb, offering a fresh bottle, thing is that I haven't even pulled mine out
yet. I haven't even had time to think about
nutrition or water or anything just GO!
Lap two ends and I haven't seen the leader since the start,
I also haven't seen third place (thankfully).
Climb the hills one more time, I know if I push it over the limit here I
can catch my breath in the woods. I meet
the relief of the tight single track and tell myself "just ride smooth and
finish, you've got this."
Then BAM! My chin was
in the dirt before I even realized what happened. My hands never left the handlebars to protect
my face. No time for pain just get up
and get GOING!
Someone is catching up, I don’t recognize him… "is he in
my class?" Who cares just don't let him by!
The finish line… Finally.
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Good job, Daddy! |