I don't know if I raced a lot this summer but the more we get into cross season the more I want to ride, mtb, cross whatever it is that's coming. Sleep is easy this week, last week was hard, not a ton of mass, just a lot of intensity. Good stuff for later in the fall. It's on.
Sunday was a mess, no warm up, parking cluster-fuk, poor timing, all getting me to the line not quite ready, my mistakes, I made them and paid for it. Using the first few laps to learn the course is not the way to go. Poor start, having to come off the bike and run around stopped riders on a riding stretch, made the first lap hectic, not real panic as much as never really getting the lungs open made the first half of the race hurt. Finally almost settling in with a bit of separation and rolling around with one pilot fish, pulling through when I thought it was my turn, and I spill on a slick little bumpy lefthander, straighten my levers and he's gone, full on attack. Is that what we're supposed to do? I'm torn. Attack a rider after he falls? Either way, I recovered and did all I could to limit losses and roll in 2nd. Better timing next week.
The tank needs to be emptied everyday. Not all the way to empty but at least to the half point. Recovery days are lost unless they involve an easy 90 plus minutes. If not sleep is lost and the snowball fatigues and grows instead of melts. The balance is always just out of reach, every time I think I am getting close it slides just out of reach.
Van der Poel would be proud. The screw turned and I was able to gap Ward enough to take the first win of the season, good stuff.
Bring the good bar wrap and the gloves, or the moleskin. I rode the course for this Sunday's race. Hard. I didn't go hard, I just went. Awkward transitions, rough riding, as the rain falls outside I can only hope it eases me into the fall. As the development eats up more and more of our little(r) nordic center, the course evolves. It'll be a cross race, just a bit rougher than years past.
I cheated this summer, concerns about a bad knee and new enjoyment of gears had the single as second choice to the Paragon. I am happy to go back to the right way of doing things for 2009. Yesterday was a healthy dose of the proper approach to trails. Good distance, great climbing and lots of time turning one the gear I had. My right thumb made me realise the error I have made. I was reaching for gear mostly on the descents to go faster, the climbs not so much. Good work. Happy to be tired the day after. Trying to cruise with the double-bangers is a give-take, they give me time on the climbs 32:17 climbs only so slow and I let them take time on the descents, rolling rigid gives me a cleaner view of the trail.
It seems if I ride more than 2 hours one day I sleep better that night, less than that and at 5.30 I'm up with the bears. No complaints, it's just the way the system works. Yesterday I was running late to get home on the path and i saw section of spinal column, and for some stupid reason I didn't take a picture of it. Today it was gone. That would have gone well with the leg from last fall.
Sounding off, the first shots of the fall are about to be fired, a slow build to new groups in December. Take it steady it will be here before you know it. The best season is on and building, bite in the air, 30 degrees and frosty a.m. work. Pig Iron today, probably 30 pounds of it. On the way in great, try and resist, you can't falter and there's only more to come. Always more work, just time it right and make it count. Pushing through the rough days on foot, not always wheels.
The two fat guys who passed me on the path coming down from copper gave me a condescending smile. I was adjusting my iPod and the pathletes got a bit of time, they were moving pretty fast , probably 53:11/12, I was on the cross bike in the 42:12, it was perfect, I worked to get within 150 feet of them and stayed there the whole second half. It was great work, random intervals. The wind flowing through the trees made the work harder and legs stronger. I didn't see the marmots or the beavers but the more work I do the less animals I see. I too am a pathlete, reluctantly.