Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I have either been busy or lazy this last week. The last two races didn't go as well as planned. On Saturday, we rode a good race for 5 of the six laps. With half a lap to go we let our main rival roll off the front and take the win. While "mark him!" seems simple now, it's hard to accomplish while in the heat of battle (by the heat of battle I mean pushing a massive 250 watts).
So after the race went up the road Erik and I got into the counter move and were top-10 or some other mediocre position.
Sunday was easily one of the fasest races of my short and lame career. We should have known what we were in for the second we got in line to pick up our numbers. The general rule of thumb is the more gel the racers have in their hair, the harder the race will be, and walking to registration I felt like the titanic, dodging sharp icebergs atop frenchmen's heads.
The race had a lot in common with the titanic, actually just one thing, it eventually split in half and made a lot of people mad. We did the first lap at what felt like mach 6, climbing an extended 15% hill in the big ring, seriously. Eventually we hit a 'berg and Erik and I didn't get in a life boat. On a flat, windy section on the second lap we were in the gutter and some poor soul lost a wheel and the race split. We tried to get across, but...you get the idea.
So the last weekend didn't go as well as we would have liked, but we managed to get to the airport without incident, unlike last year. After a sleepless night, a long flight, and a connection that was tight (not really but it rhymes), I returned to Idaho a little more fit, and a whole lot smarter than when I left.
A big thanks to Mr. Cooley and George's Cycles for their support. Also, thanks to the BoDe cycling team and all who attended the fundraiser in support of my trip as well as Erik's muc larger journey.
"If you're not going to play to win you might as well hold the Olympics in somebody's back yard."
-Jesse Owens
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