Internet friends, in order to not overload you on one mega-post, I did my write-up on our trip to Colorado two weekends ago below. Now onto State's and NEOCX #7 and 8. So Carry on.
We went to the Ohio state cyclocross championships last weekend. I completed my secret no-openors approach on Friday and felt like I was dragging my legs around on Saturday but still got to win the junior category. But this, coupled with a long cooldown, led to BEST LEGS EVER on Sunday for the real deal cat 1,2 showdown.
The start was kind of silly with order of registration for call-ups (?) but being only a 21 person field, no one cared to complain. I attached myself right onto Paul Martin's wheel which I am realizing now is also kind of silly because of Paul's acceleration-heavy approach to life. BUT WHEN YOU HAVE THE BEST LEGS EVER, NOTHING CAN GO WRONG. So four (very short) laps in, PROppe has already decided it is time to launch and is dangling off the front by maybe 6 or 7 seconds. I am marking Paul like a dork (this was a crit, right?) when I eat it going on the uphill of the whole course. Dropped chain, ok don't panic, no one in the front group is trying yet anyways. Get going again, dropped on the inside of the bottom pulley on the rear deraiuller also (?!) so back off the bike. Ernie and Gamm roll by just off the lead pace group. Ernie is a seasoned, smart guy though and waits for me to hopefully get us both back to the front group of 6. I start pulling then Ernie goes to work in the real twisty stuff when we get to said uphill corner again. Roll tubular. End of chase. End of podium chance. End of life. Not really, but I've never been so mad during a race. I rolled her back on and scooted to the pit and dropped down to 15th. . .I kept going half-heartedly on my file treads (JUST LEFT THEM ON PIT BIKE BECAUSE WHO NEEDS A PIT BIKE ON A DRY DAY WITH BEST LEGS EVER) so my chase really was ill-equiped. Ended up 11th, again. I really wish and feel like that result could have had one less 1 on it but hey. I don't mean to sound delusional or living in a fantasy world but I really felt like I could have pulled that one down with ma dude JPRO's
As much as I wanted to unleash the anger inside me, I felt like I was simply riding around at Brett's two-day NEOCX halloween spectacular. I didn't feel great or terrible either day, but also couldn't kill myself like I wanted to. But, I was riding in third place pretty early on both days and apparently that was ok for my mind, so I simply continued through the motions for my third places over the weekend. WHOOPIDEEDOOO! After the race I (appropriately in my jailbreak outfit) thought of one question both days: