So bumpy, in fact, that a not-quite-tight-enough saddle slammed itself down with the nose tilted way up going down a fast descent on the second lap. Crap. Even if I’d had a pit bike, I don’t know if I would’ve stopped for it, since I was in a nice back and forth battle with these ladies. They’d catch me going up hill, and I’d get back on their wheels on straightaways or technical sections. So I ended up doing a lot more standing and pedaling.
This was also my first experience with a flyover. Fun stuff! Run up the stairs on one side, zip down the ramp on the other.
Here’s a look at the dry course Saturday morning, with the annoying terrace cutouts. These really kept us from picking up much speed.
And the finish. After being in a battle for 9th/10th, I fell back to 11th by the end of the last lap. Out of 29, I was pretty happy. After all, I was at 5,000 feet of altitude…
I woke up not at all motivated to race, and quite apprehensive. Now, I know I’ve been mountain biking for a couple years, and I’ve been commuting in snow and ice, and on top of that, I have a lucky propensity to somehow stay upright when running into obstacles…but handling muddy conditions in a race situation on skinny tires had me nervous. A little chat with Mark about lines to choose, when to take advantage of grassy sections left, and the fact that the greasiest spots would likely be rerouted, and I was feeling a little better, but still not that great. I summoned this image.
CVO on his birthday riding laps in the D Street Mansion in a Chewbacca costume. Game face. Got on the trainer, put some Freedom Call on my iPod, followed by some Lightning Bolt, changed from the fleece jersey into the black longsleeve, and I was ready to go.
Not as many women took the line on Sunday, and I got a front row spot. Awesome. I wasn’t going to blow the start this time. The whistle blew, and I sprinted into the holeshot 4th wheel. Rafal had warned me right before the start that the first turn was really slick, so I let off the gas just briefly when we hit the mud. Good plan. First two women were down, bikes tangled. Third woman went down trying to avoid them. And suddenly, there I was, riding right through the slop and into first place. Whoa. Calm the butterflies and focus. The first section had lots of muddy turns, and I was nailing them, keeping my position and making it hard for the faster riders to get around me. Once we hit the climbs, though, a few popped around me, especially since the uphills were more straight up Sunday, with switchbacks taken out. My lungs were burning, not able to keep up with what I wanted them to do.
I slid into 3rd, then 4th, then 5th. I wanted a top 10 spot today, and with smart riding, I felt like I could do it.
The flyover was crazy on Sunday, since the bottom was full of deep, sloppy ruts. Audible “oh, holy crap” came out of my mouth the first time, which I think amused my photographer superfans. Sliding through it and into the sharp right hand turn felt awesome, though, and I was happy to stay upright the whole race.
After two laps of battling it out for 7th, I ended up in 8th for the day on Sunday. Top ten achieved, lots learned, and then, with better weather, a great day of spectating. By the time the pros raced, the track was worn in like sweet singletrack. Lucky!
Big thanks to all the Nebraskans out there supporting and cheering, congrats to all who took the line and raced, and major thanks to the the Trek Demo Truck for hooking me up with a sweet, super fast Cronus CX demo bike to ride. It made me feel so much faster, I even wheelied it a few times! (Yeah, not intentionally, but it’s so light, I couldn’t help it.)