I got home from Winchester a few hours ago. Since then, I've spent most of my time trying to sift through the mess pile of crap that was in my car. I seriously considering doing those modifications I proposed a few days ago. It's either that or I buy a car with more space, like an RV or Semi. It's not that I have a lot of stuff, but finding what I need is damn near impossible with an overstuffed duffel bag and an undersized car. The contents of the bag usually explode all over the my car's interior and I find a missing sock or half-eaten energy gel oozing on my carpet four days later. A larger vehicle would give me more working space to lay out my crap and after the race, I could just rake all my shit out the back into a giant trash bag. But that's just me daydreaming. Even if I could afford a big truck, I'd probably spend the money buy several more bikes, tools, and race fees. (Or for that same amount of money, I could by one "nice" Pinarello).
A couple thing about today's race:
- I drove there last night, not wanting to drive through the week's cold shitty drizzle at 6am. It turns out that driving through last night's cold shitty drizzle is slightly worse. It was pretty nerve racking to drive an hour and a half solo in the rain on the highway and Winchester's country roads. I will not be doing that crap anymore.
- I didn't warm up before the race. Despite staying at a friend's place literally 7 blocks away, I timed my morning breakfast routine into a big fat FAIL. Forgetting briefly that I didn't preregister for the race left me with only a handful of minutes to pump tires, wiggle into skinsuit and put the correct shoe on each foot after I signed in. I tried in vain to warm up and was only able to do a quick sprint run through the first 100 meters of the course. Great. Also for not doing the pre-reg, I got to start in the back. I basically spent the first two laps wanting to die as I tried to jumpstart my legs, lungs, and hands. On the bright side, I was still able to make up a few spots throughout the race thanks to my lack of falls and special hobo fighting techniques (i.e. drinking Scotch).
0 comments:
Post a Comment