On Wednesday, I packed up my dear friend Corey's Honda Element with a cornucopia of important things, snagged my bestie and fellow Sheclisma Berly, and hit the road for two days of cross-country travel to Philadelphia. After spending a good chunk of the summer in Philly, I decided to make the move for real, and after completing the editing of a feature length documentary on Tuesday, it was time to make the move. One last night of Star City CX cross practice on Wednesday evening -- where my awesome 9-year-old buddy Adrienne wished me well in PA and told me to "go show those ladies who's boss," and we hit the road early Thursday morning.
|Last night of CX practice at Piedmont Park in Lincoln. Feeling good chasing the fast dudes.|
|View up the hill to the watchtower.|
The technical features of the course were amazing. Off-camber stretches, some turns I could really rail, a little run-up, and fun sections through the woods. But then there was the climbing. A couple long, punchy climbs, however, had me immediately certain I had a very overgeared singlespeed. Thank goodness I'd at least switched to the 42x19 from the 42x18 I'd been training on...
After another race was through, my amazing sweet friend Rachel and I kitted up and did a little spin around. Rachel and I got to know each other this summer, and she is just a wonderful human. Both of us are new to racing this level, so we tried to relax each other on the ride'n'chat. Try not to get stressed, just have fun.
We lined up and the whistle blew so fast I was barely prepared and did not have a fast start. With one steep climb right away, though, I knew I'd fall back, even with the surge of adrenaline in my legs. It was just too steep for my gearing. I made it all the way up -- what I would give to know what sort of wattage I was putting out to make it up that beast -- and had lost contact with the group by a couple seconds. But I was not going to be satisfied with that. Coming through a few turns more cleanly, I made my way back into the mix and rode really cleanly through the off-camber downhill, only to be caught while spinning out on the long, slow downhill straightaway. I stayed right on her wheel, though, and passed a couple women on the run-up and through the pavement section, where I really put on the gas. The barriers -- which we skipped on the first lap -- were on an uphill, and coming back onto the bike went right into the top half of that punchy climb at the start. I was so deep in the red that I just couldn't stay on top of the gear and had to dismount. Emily came around me at this point and gave a nice word of encouragement in my misery, and I hopped back on and chased her.
I knew where to push, with my technical skills being allowed to shine in certain sections, and with good cheering sections scattered around the course, I was feeling pretty good about hanging in there and racing hard, not caring that I was nowhere near the front of the field. I wasn't in last, and even if I had been, I was racing as hard as I could and I belonged in this race.
Then, after coming through a muddy set of turns, I hit the rocky dip into the run-up at full gas. PFFFFTTTTT. I came to a quick stop as I heard my rim clanging against the rocks, just before getting to a run-up where I knew I could cut time into Emily's lead on me. Damnit. DAMN. I WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN.
I had nothing in the mechanical pit. My race was over. I walked, defeated, out of the woods to the run-up. Spectators looked on as I lifted my bike, resigned, and crossed the tape. "Pinch flat." I went off to the side, where Willem found me. And I'm not going to lie, I tossed my bike down and cried a little. I didn't want it to end so soon. I was so, so frustrated to be done racing, no matter how overgeared I was or how much 3 more laps would've hurt. No matter how far back I was, I did not want to quit. I don't do that.
|Best remedy for a pinch flat? Maybe.|
|Corn Hecklers: Better than Cornhuskers.|
This weekend, I'll head down to Baltimore to race at Charm City, where a UCI field means I'll drop into the B's field for the women. I have a flat to fix, and some decisions to make about other changes in the stable. Stay tuned...