(photos: Joe Sales)
Riding around in circles in the dark and rain, listening to French being spoken between two seasoned world cup riders from Europe, and knowing I was about to line up behind them was a little surreal. Serena wrote a post about this the other day. There are any number of amazing althetes competing on any given thursday evening local race in Bend. Still, there I was, numbers pinned for the first time this season, lining up behind some of my heroes of the sport. Like she says, you can choose to be intimidated or you can choose to be inspired. I decided I would just race my ass off; that's what I was there for after all.I nervously watched as Serena lined up with the elite women and went charging around the course. She raced her heart out, and rode smooth and strong. She came away with a stellar finish on the lead lap and with style.
After a rushed warm up routine I made my way to the starting area. I had a great start position, and lined up on the outside so I wouldn't be squeezed in the first corner. I looked around sheepishly and then just decided that I had every much as right to be there as anyone. I slammed on the pedals as the gun went off, screaming up the left side, slotting into position, and barely on the edge of control sliding through the first corner. The sounds of crashing, and brakes barely working in the downpour that was going in earnest faintly registered in my mind. I stood up and pushed towards the next turn, more crashes and swearing. I was in the right place and at the right time, finding my way around tangles, lines opening up at the last second right in front of me, weaving through traffic, sticking corners, all with a huge smile on my face. The crowds were deafening, familiar voices from the darkness, rain and mud obscured what little vision there was in the dim light, my legs burned, I grinned...cross season was here!
I kept hearing the whistle of lapped riders being pulled. I tried to register where the leaders were on the course, but I rode my own race, chased the riders I could, and stayed away from the ones behind me. I was loving every minute of it. In the end I was pulled with a few laps to go for the leaders and watched them go streaming by, but I couldn't have been happier with my race. I raced hard and couldn't have had more fun, that was the plan.
Sunday found us out at Lake Sammamish for the Rad Racing GP and more of the same. We set up the tent right along the finish stretch and went to work getting ready. Intermittent rain and sun set up the course to be a slippery technical mess. I watched from the trainer as Serena flew around the course, gaining on riders each lap and finishing off in an amazing 13th place. I lined up just as some of the heaviest showers of the day subsided and the sun broke out. I slipped my way around the first lap and dropped further back as I got caught in bobbles and crashes. I got lazy on passes and sat behind riders I knew I could pass, my legs were there, but my mind wasn't and I went through the motions, but wasn't in the race. I still had a damn good time, riding the beach, slipping around, and crashing my ass off. It was great, just not a great race for me.
(Photo: Suzanne Marie)It's great to have teammates that think alike and the long drive back to Bend from Seattle late on a Sunday night flew by as we dissected our races, schemed how we could travel to more, and generally rocked out to Hall and Oates. A great weekend of racing and a great way to kick off the season. See ya at Alpenrose!
