Surprisingly, this year there was a low turnout for Hotcycle. It was held on the same day as a Bear Creek race which is a Nats qualifier, so that was probably why they took a hit on attendance. Since they had low turn out, my single speed female race was combined into the Cat 2 category with Men, Women, and Single Speeders. I was pretty happy on Saturday afternoon when I got the email showing the categories were combined. It created a much bigger challenge for me, which I welcomed. I was the only single speed female registered, 2 other single speed men were registered, 1 geared woman, and 8 other geared guys. An easy race just turned into something I was really looking forward to....how many geared guys can I beat? "And we're slow to acknowledge the knots in our laces, heart it races." I had big plans to go to a Little People Circus the night before the race which I was pretty pumped about. However, my combined field coupled with the fact that my race was moved from 2pm to 10am made for a short Saturday night for me. I was passed out cold by midnight. I woke up Sunday morning to 15 text messages and I didn't hear a single one of them. Good sleep is priceless some times, especially the night before a race. For some reason I STILL think that 1 good night of sleep negates and entire week of partying and going to bed at 2am every night. Whatever works I guess....
Back to the race. I get to the venue at 9am, an hour before race start, hook up with my friend Dr Bob and I register. I wanted to do the race I was registered for which was only 10 miles and the Cat 1 race right after that. My race started at 10 and the Cat 1 race started at 11. I knew there was slim chance that I would be able to finish my race in time for the start of the next race. I almost made it...
Dr Bob and I geared up and rode around to warm up before the race. Normally I'm nervous before a race, but I wasn't today. I think I was just more focused on catching up with Bob pre-race because I hadn't seen him in a few weeks. We both have a lot going on in our lives right now and neither of us could shut up long enough to get in a proper pre-race warm up. Meh....no big.
We line up for the race start and fast boi Dr Bob lines up in front (he would have finished 2nd had he not slashed his side wall). I lined up in the 2nd row and he called me up. I hesitated...then figured why the hell not. Every one else has gears, the start was a slight double track down hill though.....meh...wtf. There was plenty of room at the start for who ever wanted to make a pass. I took the front line beside him. The race starts and Bob takes off and a few geared guys blast around me. When we hit the single track, the only other girl (geared) racing was still behind me and so was the other single speed guy. Now I had my goal. Keep those two behind me.
|Token trail shot|
"They call me a little wound-up. See, I'm upset because I've always been stuck. But I don't know what it is I'm without. Guess I'm in love with always feeling down. It was fully consumed by all of the petty things that I couldn't do."
I dropped into the last creek crossing and into the last grassy climb to the finish. I railed the drop and powered up the steep other side. I didn't know if she was going to go for it at the end and I didn't waste a second looking back. The climb was short but I turned myself inside out. I sprinted to the finish and left absolutely nothing in the tank. I beat her to the finish by 3 seconds. I pulled to the side of the course and felt like falling over. We talked for a bit after the race. I thanked her for the great race and she was pretty happy to have the competition. In our talking we mentioned that at one point on the course some sucker lost their spare tube and C02 because we both ran over it. bahahahahaha...sucks for that person.
Dr Bob came over as he had finished 6 minutes before me and was already changed. Prior to the race, we had planned to ride another few laps if we couldn't make the Cat 1 race so I was surprised to see him in street clothes. He tore his sidewall so more riding for the day was out. I missed the Cat 1 race...well actually I didn't. They were lined up when I finished, but I was so spent there was no way I could have started another race right away. I needed some time to chill. There were only 3 geared guys in the Cat 1 race anyway, so I most likely would have just been riding solo the whole time regardless which is the suck. I was content to just chill.
I look at the results. 12 people raced total. 10 men, 2 chicks, of the 10 men 2 were single speed guys. I finished 8th. I was pretty damn happy with that. The cat 2 chick I beat podiums on the regular and I beat her on my single speed, plus I beat 2 other geared guys and 1 single speed guy. I felt it was totally worth missing out on the little people circus the night prior.
|The race also earned me some Strava creds :-)|
|Awesome strap FAIL|
|Post race BOOM!!!|