Sunday, November 1, 2015
In some respects, this may be partially the case with me this year.
I guess technically foreshadowing is when you hint at things to come. The above would technically be known as "a spolier" I guess.
So here is how we line this race up:
1. No ride Friday
2. Reasonably solid MTB ride Saturday
3. Sleep has been decent
4. Ate a fair amount Saturday
5. Have not drank in months
6. No oatmeal for breakfast (too gummy/slow)
7. Standard bagel/cc meal before the race around 11:00
8. Whatever number of coffees
9. About 30 minutes of on course warm-up
I think I know this is not going to be a redux of HPCX#2 as soon as I climb the first hill out of the start chute on the warm-up. My legs hurt, and I think that maybe I went too hard the day before. @UtahJoe says it was easy pace but his bike literally weights about 60% of what mine does. The ride wasn't a hammer tossing affair but it was not a popsicle eating affair either. Regardless, it is Sunday and my legs are more tight than they should be. The course seems fun when you ride it slow.
I am in the front row to start the race, which is always funny to me as these wafer-thin humans surround me. It is sort of like a reverse bodyguard scenario where 10 beefy guys surround 1 thin actor. Here we have 22 thin guys surrounding the 1 beefy bodyguard. No matter what happens at the end of the race I always need to take solace in the fact that if CrossResults ranked us in order of how we *look* like we'll finish, I would always be last.
Whistle goes off and I surge fast but cannot clip in right away. I square this away soon enough and settle in 5th or so. Then 6th, 7th, and so on until we get to the top of the hill. Then we go back & forth, some dick bag who was dressed up totally dives a corner and I am close to running him off the course. Then we all mostly settle in as we come down the hill and around the sketchy turn past the pit a second time.
Here Utah catches me and we have a conversation:
Utah: Oh there you are, I'm just going to follow you now
Me: Okey dokey
Utah: Actually I'm going to try and catch those guys
Me: Okey dokey
And Utah is gone. We then get to the sand and chaos ensues and I need to get off the bike. I get back on and ride the beach then at the end Myles runs into something and eats shit and knocks me off my bike. From there I go back & forth with a few people until I catch up to Ben Williams at some point on lap 2. My legs are not wonderful. But I have enough to pass him. Ben is not a cross racer but he's strong enough so I take this as a good sign. We go up top to the washboard crap then on the way down around the tricky turn I eat shit pretty good and Ben and some other guys pass me back.
Then I pretty much settle in and work to catch the 2 guys that passed me. Eventually I do and I make them both stick, and Ben & Brian Kelly are up ahead battling and I am in the middle of freaking nowhere playing freaking hopscotch with myself. I didn't think I would be able to get Ben back but with the 2 of them battling they push each other and I fall further and further behind. The guys behind me are out of sight as are the guys ahead. I ride the last 2 laps just trying to keep my head in the game.
Aside from the 2 crashes and the 1 sand mishap, I totally miss the course tape 2 different times. My head is not remotely in the game, I am making bad turns, I am skidding when I overshoot stuff, I am a mess out there. Much like Horatio McCallister in the image above, I don't know what I'm doing.
When it comes down to it I think I'm just done. My legs were good for HPCX#2 and I think that was all they were willing to give. After that, they wanted to go home. I can try and come up with any number of excuses as to why I don't think I did so well but what would the point be? I think the most disappointing thing about the race today is that I clearly have no f'ing idea how to show up on race day and have my legs give all that they can. If I show up and give 100% and come in 13th, well ok fine. But when there are guys in the top 10 that I know I should be racing, I just wonder what I'm doing out there. All these years and I seem to not be able to bring my A game like ever. Literally like once every 15 races my legs seem to be on point. The vast majority of the time I am not firing on all cylinders. I think this may have always been the case in the past. I think I train far better than I race. I think I have been underperforming in races for years.
Cross Results has a post-mortem feature where it re-predicts you based on who showed on race day. I was not aware of this until last week so now I can say that with the 23 people who showed up, I was supposed to come in 11th with 2 people not known. Those 2 were Utah & Ben Williams. Given that they are pros in the MTB class I can't be disappointed that I did not beat them. So in the end, as much as CR sucks it had me exactly where I ended up. CR can still suck it.
I will race the last 2 NJ races but I'm not training for this shit anymore. If I show up drunk and ride through ALL THE TAPE then so be it, that's what I'll do. In the words of @seanrunnette: Fuck you cyclocross.
In some respects, this may be partially the case with me this year.
I guess technically foreshadowing is when you hint at things to come. The above would technically be known as "a spolier" I guess.
So here is how we line this race up:
1. No ride Friday
2. Reasonably solid MTB ride Saturday
3. Sleep has been decent
4. Ate a fair amount Saturday
5. Have not drank in months
6. No oatmeal for breakfast (too gummy/slow)
7. Standard bagel/cc meal before the race around 11:00
8. Whatever number of coffees
9. About 30 minutes of on course warm-up
I think I know this is not going to be a redux of HPCX#2 as soon as I climb the first hill out of the start chute on the warm-up. My legs hurt, and I think that maybe I went too hard the day before. @UtahJoe says it was easy pace but his bike literally weights about 60% of what mine does. The ride wasn't a hammer tossing affair but it was not a popsicle eating affair either. Regardless, it is Sunday and my legs are more tight than they should be. The course seems fun when you ride it slow.
I am in the front row to start the race, which is always funny to me as these wafer-thin humans surround me. It is sort of like a reverse bodyguard scenario where 10 beefy guys surround 1 thin actor. Here we have 22 thin guys surrounding the 1 beefy bodyguard. No matter what happens at the end of the race I always need to take solace in the fact that if CrossResults ranked us in order of how we *look* like we'll finish, I would always be last.
Whistle goes off and I surge fast but cannot clip in right away. I square this away soon enough and settle in 5th or so. Then 6th, 7th, and so on until we get to the top of the hill. Then we go back & forth, some dick bag who was dressed up totally dives a corner and I am close to running him off the course. Then we all mostly settle in as we come down the hill and around the sketchy turn past the pit a second time.
Here Utah catches me and we have a conversation:
Utah: Oh there you are, I'm just going to follow you now
Me: Okey dokey
Utah: Actually I'm going to try and catch those guys
Me: Okey dokey
And Utah is gone. We then get to the sand and chaos ensues and I need to get off the bike. I get back on and ride the beach then at the end Myles runs into something and eats shit and knocks me off my bike. From there I go back & forth with a few people until I catch up to Ben Williams at some point on lap 2. My legs are not wonderful. But I have enough to pass him. Ben is not a cross racer but he's strong enough so I take this as a good sign. We go up top to the washboard crap then on the way down around the tricky turn I eat shit pretty good and Ben and some other guys pass me back.
Then I pretty much settle in and work to catch the 2 guys that passed me. Eventually I do and I make them both stick, and Ben & Brian Kelly are up ahead battling and I am in the middle of freaking nowhere playing freaking hopscotch with myself. I didn't think I would be able to get Ben back but with the 2 of them battling they push each other and I fall further and further behind. The guys behind me are out of sight as are the guys ahead. I ride the last 2 laps just trying to keep my head in the game.
Aside from the 2 crashes and the 1 sand mishap, I totally miss the course tape 2 different times. My head is not remotely in the game, I am making bad turns, I am skidding when I overshoot stuff, I am a mess out there. Much like Horatio McCallister in the image above, I don't know what I'm doing.
When it comes down to it I think I'm just done. My legs were good for HPCX#2 and I think that was all they were willing to give. After that, they wanted to go home. I can try and come up with any number of excuses as to why I don't think I did so well but what would the point be? I think the most disappointing thing about the race today is that I clearly have no f'ing idea how to show up on race day and have my legs give all that they can. If I show up and give 100% and come in 13th, well ok fine. But when there are guys in the top 10 that I know I should be racing, I just wonder what I'm doing out there. All these years and I seem to not be able to bring my A game like ever. Literally like once every 15 races my legs seem to be on point. The vast majority of the time I am not firing on all cylinders. I think this may have always been the case in the past. I think I train far better than I race. I think I have been underperforming in races for years.
Cross Results has a post-mortem feature where it re-predicts you based on who showed on race day. I was not aware of this until last week so now I can say that with the 23 people who showed up, I was supposed to come in 11th with 2 people not known. Those 2 were Utah & Ben Williams. Given that they are pros in the MTB class I can't be disappointed that I did not beat them. So in the end, as much as CR sucks it had me exactly where I ended up. CR can still suck it.
I will race the last 2 NJ races but I'm not training for this shit anymore. If I show up drunk and ride through ALL THE TAPE then so be it, that's what I'll do. In the words of @seanrunnette: Fuck you cyclocross.




