Race #1 – Country Cross – Gay, GA:
This race was intimidating. It was the first cyclocross race after a nine month break and it had several barns that you entered (though one was optional). It was also a long course and had a few areas with loose gravel. I got there early and was able to get a chance to ride all of the course (including being surprised when the barriers were placed in between races). The chance to ride the whole course is a critical component to these races and there are narrow windows between races. It is the reason that I arrive several races before my race, so I have a few windows of time to work with. It definitely makes a difference. You can’t necessarily memorize the whole course, but you memorize the parts that stand out during your pre-ride and they usually stand out for a good reason.
We lined up to start and there was a mix of familiar and fresh faces (we get excited to see fresh faces as there aren’t nearly enough of them). We took off and hit a nice wide stretch of grass/rough rock and then an extended grassy power climb. I don’t really like to take off like a rocket so the extended time gave me time to move back up to 2 nd /3 rd position after my tortoise start. I was still finding my “cyclocross legs” so I would give up a lot of time navigating around trees, etc. but I could make up time on the less technical stretches. The course was actually quite fun. There was one section that the tape was a little difficult to differentiate the course and the girl ahead of me (in 2 nd ) missed the turn and went into the tape and down. My pre-ride of the course kept me from following her and put me back in 2 nd , chasing down 1 st . I hit the start of the third lap, and that rocky section that gave a few people flats, and suddenly knew my race had taken a turn for the worse. I saw the flat and started the long trek back to the start/finish line.
The thing about cyclocross is that people usually have spare wheels (or a spare bike), in the “pit” area that you can swap, but you have to continue forward on the course until you hit the pit. I didn’t have anything in the pit so my path extended all the way to the start/finish line and, as a long race, that meant 1.7 miles of shuffling with my bike. And it was hot. And one of my bike shoes really wasn’t tightened enough for running in them so I ended up with a big blister on my heel. Anyways, my goal was just to make it back to the finish before they started the next race. I would be DFL, but it would still be a finish. I made it in time and I was ready to head home after that. Only after I got home and I started cleaning my bike, did I discover that it wasn’t a sharp rock that I flatted on. I got fully “screwed”. A new tire and a new rim tape application later, and my bike was ready to go for the following weekend.