Quiet and slow ride in.
Saw the Hula Girl make a mad dash from car to house on the way in, a wave that said "hi, don't stop i'm too cold to chat, bye."
Curious about single speed cyclocross? Like good writing and humorous anecdotes? Give Thommy P's post a read.
Seems almost to be written with the same wit but in a different vein, Time's 50 worst cars.
It is my Dad's birthday today. I think my not liking my birthday must be genetically inherited from him.
Murat found one of the pre-ride shots of me in the suit. Adam Bickford snagged it. he was out there with a full rig and remote flash. Wicked Pro. Nice shots too. He's got some killer ones if you look through the whole set.
Maybe I wouldn't have finished any higher up on saturday than I did. But all the various factors not the least of which being the start, leads me to believe, delusional or not, that I could have done better. My HR never elevated until Solobreak took off around me and I jumped on his jump and found the speed. I was mellow, not even breathing hard through the first sand. Relaxed and just chilling. As most everyone else was blasting off into space. Sunday was maybe the first race when the winners went over 45 minutes. It was a shock coming into the finishing stretch hearing the MC call the next race to staging. Mostly because I never saw a lap card until they were ringing the bell with one to go. I know it maybe isn't fair to others around me on the results sheet to wish I had done better. Bad form for me to say I left something out there. But hey. It happens. The days I left it all out there are the days I'm still getting my ass kicked by a whole hell of a lot of people. Ah well. Whatever. I mean no malice and no slight to anyone I am competing against when I look introspectively at my performance relative to my internal gauge and in comparison to those who I've been racing all season. But hey, at least I have good friends who tell me I'm sounding like a disrespectful idiot. I appreciate the reality check. Both Joe Friel and Marvin Z have talked about temperament, and how important it is to keep the emotions in check, not to get bogged down in feelings. You finish and the race is over. Time to move on. Something I need to work on. There are lots of those type of people in the field. And they typify the winners and the fastest guys for a reason. I get hot headed and rash at times. Even racing. But the races I seem to do better in are when I'm level headed and relaxed mentally. Not worrying about placing, just racing.
Lesson for me. Stop worrying about placing, and how i screwed up a start. And just work on getting faster. Figure out how to be faster next year. Maybe I can turn it up a notch or two. Start the season stronger, fitter, faster and build from there. But this has been a great learning year. And I'm still getting a score card back covered in red ink.
And for a complete and total change of subject...
I wish I had the style points that this guy does:
eating some lunch and perusing some photos linked over from crossresults.com i'm amazed at the snow. All I remember from the race is the racing line and I don't remember seeing any snow outside the intestinal track. Crazy. Was there really that much snow as it appears in the images? I guess i was kind of focused on not much more than the racing line and the competitors.
Oh here's a great one. Insane Wayne appears to be ready to either superman it and fly away or nose dive into the sand. That's motor mouth sitting there wondering where did this crazy pony tail guy come from.
The quality focused NBX race reports are starting to roll out. Myette, Results Boy, even the Bull in a China shop popped up an update. Yes Murat and solo and a host of others had em up pretty quick. and Vicki T had em up by Monday am.
well that's about the end of the dribble for now... at least it is busy this morning - giving me not much more than a few minutes at lunch to finish what I started.
heddwch
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edited to fix the link to Vicki.... Doh!
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my name is vicki now?
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