A Win, A Sufferfest and A Disaster.
"(S)he's turning and burning and driving the course...(S)he's going the distance. (S)he's going for Speeeeeed." - Cake
After a ridiculously long hiatus, I'm finally back to racing (and blogging). Wednesday night coach gave me the go-ahead to race the final Bethel Criterium with the Pro-1,2,3 ("A" Race) boys. The weather was hot (96 degrees) with humidity and an air-quality alert thrown in. I did not care, I was RACING!
The B race went off first and the A race started later - this allowed me time to get in a nice warm up, watch my fellow Stage-1 teammates crushing it and even get in a visit with James from Adina- one of my awesome new sponsors that came out to support me and rehydrate weary racers on the final night!
The race was fast from the get-go. I was excited to race, but thought my legs might fall off - or maybe my wheels, if I was lucky. Oof, I wanted to say to Sam "Racing is hard" - but I think it came out as "halhljwerlkjwerlhewe... uggg, uggg, uggg".
At some point 30 minutes in, Rick (the RD) said "8 laps to go"
"THANK GAWD" I thought... I can hold on for 8 more laps.... I THINK?!
4 laps later, Rick said "11 laps to go!!"
WHAT THE??!! Grrrrrrrr... Ok, I can do this. Pull through.... diatribe to come later on unorganized men... c'mon boys, let's do a rotating paceling...nope! Everyone is going nicely, pulling through, then we have a guy that just shoots off the front. AHEM - that is not how we do things, Mister man. Pull him back. Try again. Ok, another guys shoots off. Whatever, I'm not doing work for these boys.
I looked over and there was miss Andrea Myers - a super strong female racer - she gave me a wink and then accelerated away from the group with 2 laps to go. I made a jump at the hill and passed her, then laughed when I saw that gap on the men's field. I sat up, not wanting to get stuck in the sprinting mayhem. My favorite part of the night? (Aside from being done) - the guy that threw his wheel at the line to pass Andrea and me. Classic.
Ahhh, racing - the fitness, the fun, the fury and the hilarious scenarios.
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