Ah yes, bikes, and racing, and fall weather and cyclocross and all of the velo things that make my heart beat. I returned to cx racing today. It was a little rough. The last 3 or 4 weeks have taken a toll on me and I could feel it. No riding for two of those weeks told on me today… but it just felt so damn good to be out there with my heart pounding like a jack hammer.
Joules Cross is a power course. Not my strong suit. It shows me where I'm weak and what I'll be working on this winter. I didn't openly whine, snivel, cuss or complain like I did last year as I tore past the pit area. If I remember correctly, this was the race that forced me to actually ask... no, beg a good friend for his help in coaching me as I had no idea what I was doing or how to train properly for cross. I still whined and sniveled and felt plenty of self pity this year as I struggled but managed to keep it to myself. An improvement.
I love cross. The anaerobic bursts of pain, the challenge, the mad scrambling. I love things that force me to turn myself inside out and see what's inside.
