|Kona's and Kuat go together like PB and J|
|TTM storm shelter with two Eno's|
It had rained the night before, Thursday, so the trail should be perfect. The weather for Sat would start out cool but possibly warm to 80 degrees. WTH? Not typical October in the mid-west weather. There was a chance for rain late Sat evening, which would hit around award time. Once again, its mountain bikers against Mother Nature. Please don't screw me on the weather. That course is tough enough without adding water. Besides, you are already bringing me an unwanted 'gift' this weekend. Thanks a lot bitch.
|Am I dreaming?|
|Really liked this timing chip idea|
|Jim showing off his muscles|
|Yes, Courtney. It's real. And it's mine, all mine.|
|"I have no idea Pat"|
The morning of the race NOTHING went right. I mean NOTHING. The meeting was late, I felt fat in my kit, I couldn't eat and felt like puking, I couldn't swallow my coffee, I didn't know what to pack to take down to the finish, that fuggin gift showed up, etc... You get the idea. I started to think of my kiddo and what she would be doing today, without me. My stomach tightened, guilt. Home was two hours away. I was dressed in spandex trying to get my head together. I wished for a pair of those red sequined shoes. I wanted to click my heels together and be home. This is were Sasha takes over.
|Ready for deployment, my magnificent machine|
Alright Wendy, STOP your whining, you are here now. H.T.F.U. Make the best of it. Ride the hell outta that Kona. Make it yours. Earn it today. Get focused. Have fun. Stop bitching and get ready to pedal. Sydney is fine. Your goal is to stay with Emily. That is going to be difficult since she is rocking gears. Now all you can do is pray for legs and hope you picked the right gear, you are stuck with it.
|That's a lot of money laying on the ground|
|Gino, Cock Punchor, Me, and Stove|
To my surprise, there was only a minute separating us at the end of lap one. Yay me. That last mile climb had me worried i might lose time there. The second lap I just kept Emily in sight. There was no reason to put the hammer down yet, it was still early. At the ned of the second lap there was still only a minute separating us. Yay me, again. Maybe this was going to be a good day after all. There is nothing more awesome than two chicks battling mountain bikes. Is there?
My magnificent Kona and I are getting along splendidly. My chain is a little tight but, doesn't that make me more efficient? Except for the intermittent cold I kept experiencing, the weather is good. Easy fix. They covered up my new guns but, I was very glad to have kept my arm warmers on. Many people gave me props when I came in and I thank you for it. A few words of encouragement go a long way. After a short pit stop, I head back out with renewed optimism. I am breathing good, pedaling well, feeling strong, legs feel good, all awesome stuff to come together during a race. Without warning, all of a sudden things go sour. My mind decides NO. Focus is gone. My mind wanders and I start to pick bad lines. I run into a tree, directly into it. You think that would have been enough to wake me up. It wasn't. I start walking, eating and drinking, hoping that would help. It doesn't. I finish up that lap and find out Emily is about 15 mins ahead. There is no drive to catch her. Sad but true, there is no drive. I tell my husband I am not having fun. I always have fun. He told me to ride to the BEER. So that is what I did. Those Seagal fellas had an aid tent set up about five miles in at the Enough boat launch. Seems fitting huh? I have had enough and in need of a Pabst. This is my fourth and final lap with the last 8 miles being the funnest. I hopped off my bike and accepted a beer from Dave. Sitting at the table I see Peat Henry, also having a Pabst. WTF? He was going for 10 laps before his knee blew up. He wasn't crying in his beer and neither as I. After 30 minutes I got back on the trail. Pabst infused optimism.
|Gino got a buckle|
Finishing this lap I pull the plug. Yay, I am in one piece and minimal owwwies. I made sure to find one of Emily's Pfoodman teammates and let them know I was stopping. At first I felt horrible about quitting. I cleaned myself up and got out of the kit so I could cry. After a couple minutes I realized that I could not be upset with my result because I had not done the work. I did everything but ride my mountain bike. My results were what I deserved. Four laps out there is awesome, not as badass as 6 though.
|Emily and I|
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