|I'm on the leaderboard, I'm on the leaderboard, I'm on the leaderboard... *does a little dance*|
I e-mailed the race director late last week and this AM the results had been adjusted. Hopefully the legitimate 3rd place woman in my age group and will receive her deserved reward. I'm happy to be 4th in my AG and 5th woman, overall, too. I've never seen my name on the leaderboard like that, before.
I also discovered that there were actually 32 women in the race, not 25, as had originally been printed somewhere.
Yesterday I was not 100% recovered from the race 6 days earlier AND was feeling pretty beat-up from inadequate sleep for a couple of nights (thanks, cat puking next to my bed early Sat. AM!) and a day on my bike during a pedal-powered poker run on the White Pine Trail the day before...involving beer at each stop (5 beers + 1 cider). Sounds like the perfect set-up for my very first Kisscross (keep it simple, stupid) cyclocross race...whoohoooo!!!
It was a blast! Maybe the most fun I've ever had being miserable for 40 minutes. That may still go to the 2010 North Country Trail Relay when I FUBARd my ankle, though. That was more miserable. Cyclocross is kind of comical misery. A prime example can be seen here (photos are copyright-protected and the guy who does all the photography events is a truly awesome, class-act guy, so I won't douche-ily make a screen grab. I hope by the end of CX season that he snags a few shots of me that I'll want to purchase).
Note that I am not leaping or flying over the barriers...I trotted between each barrier, then had to pretty much stop and step over them. That trail relay-bummed ankle still doesn't really do leaping or jumping, either. I have my doubts that it ever will, again, which is part of the reason that I'm sporting that ankle brace. It's mostly as a buttress against further injury, which cyclocross definitely invites.
Another funny photo...this one is my hubby, marking his territory, apparently.
I was proud of myself for making it through 8 miles of mostly unpaved riding without falling even once. I even made it down a SCARY downhill 7 times (warm-up lap and 6 race laps). I've never before done a real downhill on sand and dirt. But I found that the more tired I got, the better I seemed to ride, almost. At least on the scarier spots. I lost much of my tentativeness. Where I started doing dumb things was on the easier sections...things like taking corners with my inside leg down. I caught my pedal in the ground at one point and it's amazing that I didn't fall, then. I really struggled on one particular slow, sharp turn around a tree, too, since I have a very small frame (shut up, it's because I have a short inseam!), so my toes will overlap my front wheel. This isn't an issue at all at faster speeds, but at slow speeds and tight turns when the wheel is turned more to either side...well, it is something I have to be ever conscious of.
I'm really looking forward to my next race, this coming Sunday. I should be better rested, stronger, and more confident. Someday maybe I can even fantasize about finishing in the first half of the C-field, too, heh. It's definitely one of many things that gives me more incentive to want to drop these same freaking, nagging 20#s that have been dogging me for the last 6 years, or so. I could be faster at pretty much everything I enjoy, with the same effort and training. I'm not getting any younger...40 is breathing down my neck and I know losing the chub is only going to get harder with each passing year. Would be nice to not have the degree of cellulite and extra chins, too. It would help if there weren't treats like Founders' Brewery (race sponsor) porter floats at the race finish, too, ahem.