The wind seemed to spread a whisper to me, peaking my interest in this thing called cyclocross!
Traditionally, I’m a mountain biker, (who has explored dabbled in road and gravel since COVID) Cyclocross with all this talk of the Sorella girls really got me curious, so I decided to show up and see what all the fuss was about. I happily joined under the Sorella tent in street clothes, enjoying lots of smiles, hugs, hi-fives and high-pitched voices excited for the day!
Bike talk, shop talk… Now THAT’S what I’m talking about!
My cowbell in hand, Heckler hill was definitely my favorite spot to cheer on racers! Seeing competitors sheer tenacity and strength when doing the seemingly impossible, was such an inspiration that I decided to give cyclocross a try! I told everyone I was going to register for the next race, and that I did!
A week passed by so quickly, and I spent some time in my head preparing. The day before the race, I prepped the usual things but I have to be honest… I was really nervous and my heart was racing as I was thinking about what this experience would be like!