So with all the rain, I went to a movie with an old Jr. High School friend and the girlfriend. Then after a bit, I decide to go out to the site just to get registered to get that out of the way. What an adventure that turned out to be. As we were heading out on the 8, maybe about halfway to the site, we saw two cars flipped, one on each side of the freeway, with in a half a mile of eachother! That freaked me out a bit. So long story short, we made it there, barely, and thankfully they were still there taking registrations.
So raceday is here. I'm feeling a bit like a fish out of water because it's been almost a 2 yrs. since I've raced a mtn. bike. I'm nervous and really don't know what to expect. So I get kitted up and start t warm up. The start of the course is a long paved climb to the singletrack, I think it's prolly 1.5 miles or so. We get sent off just after the pros, and no one was really pushing hard, until the raod pitched up. Then a few guys drilled it. The group split right away, I wasn't doing too well, and was getting popped off the back. I was thinkning to myself, man I really forgot what this was like. It hurt, hurt bad. The thing that kept me going was the course, it was fun and tough.
To make a long story short, I finishd the race, 14th, not good, but not bad. I now know that I need to change some things up to get back to where I was when I was doing this more frequently and getting better results. So that's it for now. Next weekend is the Bonelli race, can't wait to puke after that one too!
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