It started like normal... whole wheat bagel, medium coffee. Gangsta' hip hop blaring out of the speakers as I tried to settle my nervous and concentrate on the race. 3 laps aka 21 miles. 8 am. 15 or so girls... could I honestly intimidate myself anymore? Probably.
Chugged 2 flat Red Bulls and spun around. I found out that "The Devil's gotta hold of me" by The Colour is the BEST song ever to get amped to.
I felt like I rode my bike around the event for days. But it was just until staging started.
I have a "36" tattooed on my leg from the mega- ultra- uber -large permanent marker the start people get you in so you know the chicks in your category.
(Its probably going to stay on my leg for a good 4 days...I just LOVE that)
I had the worst case of the jitters at the start line.
I'm surprised the start photos came out as good as they did considering I was shaking.
I was ultra stoked for the first fire road climb. Hung right in there. I wanted to blast ahead of the rest of the girls soooooo bad because we were beyond stacked on the uphill but I knew that I needed to pace myself.
((Note to self: Learn how to pace....or chill out and save energy for the rest of the race))
1st lap: Good.
2nd lap: Not so good
3rd lap: just trying to see the finish line.
Now, call it what you want to call it: "tossing your cookies" "booting" "technicolor yawn" "upchuck"...well..I am sure you get the point. I had to deal with the horrid feeling of being sick while on the trail. This really pushed me back from the place that I was in. The only thing that drove me was getting a cross the finish so that I could get a piece of gum or better yet brush my teeth!
In my last 4 years of racing I have never had to deal with anything like this, I have to admit I was nervous and some what clueless because I had no clue what to do... whether I should call it quits or keep going.
Well I kept going. I just basically rode my 3rd and final lap.
It was the best feeling in the world seeing and hearing the finish arena.
I "re-fueled". I am fine now.
This evening I looked up online what one should do in such a situation...turns out I did the right thing!!! HOORAY!
A shower has never felt so nice.
Sparky is packed in her box.
We are ready to head back to Tahoe for a week.
I decided tonight:
I WANT TO WIN USA CYCLING NATIONALS AT MT. SNOW.
I totally intend on it.