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Way Way Yonder
As the heading indicates I raced Sunday at Wawayanda but I stole the cleaver title above from Capers, those musician types are usually the most creative.
This was my first H2H race as a Cat 1 40-49. Last year when I lined up with the Cat 2’s I usually had Kirt next to me, which was comforting. Kirt is a gentle spirit who has a presence of calmness to him. Well Kirt wasn’t here today and I kinda recognized some cat 2 guys that moved up but other then that I was alone.
Even though I was alone I felt calm before the race started, we didn’t go off until 1:00 so it certainly gives you enough time to wake up and have a leisurely time getting ready to race. I talked to Utah Joe before the race as we warmed up and we both agreed that we hated the first lap in a race. The thought of doing 3 laps as well as race jitters makes the 1st lap a bit of a mind fuck + every one is bunched up and feeling edgy. After the first lap racers spread out and you have room to settle into a groove.
As predicted I hated the 1st lap, the pace was crazy fast, I felt nervous in technical sections with someone on my wheel and not wanting to screw up. I was not real smooth in some technical stuff and guys passed me …oh well.
Lap 2 was better, I made up some ground on guys who passed me and began the cat and mouse game with fellow riders. I pass you; you pass me…back and forth like this for much of the lap.
The first 2 miles of the racecourse (Sitting Bear) is one of the most technical trails in the state. Whenever I ride these rocks it reminds me of a Led Zepplin song, with John Bonham on the drum kit…
Budoom BAP BAP.
Man that music is so dated, what was soooo cool back in the day is now laughable. But Robert Plant’s jeans, (with Johnson on display) is legendary 70’s icon stuff.
Enough about Johnson’s, back to the race.
By the 3rd lap guys that I was riding with began to fade and I ended up doing much of the lap solo. Art White caught me in the new stuff. With no one on my wheel I had become complacent. Now Art was in front of me and I knew that I was slowing down. Art races with the 50 yr. olds and they start out after the 40-49 yr olds. Mr. Pixy forced me out of my complacency and I began to battle back.
The new section of the racecourse was not technical but it drained the energy out of you. This trail was put in not long ago and the ground was still soft with organic soil that was spongy and absorbent. This is also the section that my leg cramped when I put my foot down to dab though some peanut butter like mud. This was a paralyzing cramp that lasted less then 5 seconds but the pain was so great that I was afraid to take any more dabs, so I concentrated on staying on the pedals.
Before the start of the final single track I passed Mr. Pixy. Now my goal was to keep him off my wheel until the finish line. This was good motivation, which forced me to finish out the lap strong with someone chasing me. Without Art I would speculate that I would have added minutes to my final time. Thanks for the push Art.
Cat 1 40-49
Mid pack finish, 8/16.
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/83143875
Official Time 2:27:36.4
Lap 1 47:52.4
Lap 2 49:07.3
Lap 3 50:36.7