From the 'cross field to my business plan to the blog, determination has been on my mind this week. Determination to make it up to Montrose Harbor by 7:25 a.m. --on a Sunday morning, after the first snow fall. Still, I knew it was going to be the fastest way. The iMac read 22 degrees. It was sunny, the roads seemed clear and mostly dry, so I hauled up Green Lantern and set on my way. Of course, I forgot a few things and had to go back in. Onto Damen about 6:55 had me pushing that tank all the way. Was definitely awake and warmed up by the time I got there. Rolled up to the registration tent at 7:22! Saweet.
The scene heading east on Montrose into the park area was every bit as pristine and cyclocross-morning as I expected. A single racer in his vehicle passed me with a smile--at what I was riding more so than my presence I'm sure, but it was the whole scene. A hello to a cyclist heading the opposite way. It was the bright beautiful snow, the blue sky with low thin clouds and the warm glowing sun. Stunning, and probably a good thing my camera batteries were dead because I needed all the time we had for registration tent set up and training.
The 40+ Masters were up first. Gotta say my favs were the 40+'s registering in the 30+ category. And the 60 year old man. Didn't get to talk to many of them as I'd hoped. It was in and out, but that's ok. I got to meet Chris Mailing, who started Turin Bicycle seven years ago after a career in the finance industry. He rode in the 50+. It all was very well run and executed. Professional. I am honored to have been a part of it. I didn't stay until the end, and would have liked to have watched more of the races, but I got a great feel, and look forward to continuing to be a part of the cyclocross world. Who knows, I've never really had a competitive streak, and man would it take dedication, but shit, why not? There were
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Well after riding into work this morning in the cold, i feel a small (ever so small, admittedly) kinship with these crazy people. However, the thought of riding through mud and snow surrounded by other people hell bent for the finish line seems like a recipe for disaster. How many crashes did they have out there?? Is it that competitive?? Last thing I want is a broken arm because some idiot clipped my tire with his. Reminds me of a story of somebody who damn near died in an accident on a track during a race. Broke all sorts of bones and whatnot. From what I remember of the anecdote, she never raced again. :/
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