Somehow I missed this exchange. Well, here is my race report...
Ah, a new day, a new attempt to get my car back. That's later though.
So my race, just the race. First off, I'm glad I brought gears. I don't think a SS would have been good for me yesterday. The guy who beat me was on a SS, but he was running a huge gear because he was able to keep pace on the flats but lost time on the hills.
I lined up after a good 40 minute warmup, feeling ok at best. This whole week I didn't feel that great. I'm not doing something right along the line which I need to figure out. But I don't let it bother me because I know I'll be fine. On the line I see the guy who came in 2nd at Tymor. Suddenly I know I'm not the "favorite" anymore. He goes out in first, another guy Bill is in 2nd, I'm 3rd. This is how I like to start. I know we will drop Bill, which happens before the fire road turns back. 3 minutes into the race, it's this guy and me.
We hit the fire road and it goes downhill before the climb. I make sure I give it some gas before the climb because I heard him huffing pretty badly in the preem and I want him to blow a gasket chasing the $10. He never gets the steam back, and I get the $10. I had ridden Major Mike so I knew what was coming. The pre-ride was amazingly helpful. I knew that it was best to ride right down the middle of the washed out trail so you would stay in the rut.
By the end of lap 1 I was still ahead, had passed the whole 30-34 class, and had caught all but 5 of the SSers. I was slogging though, and I asked myself if I would be able to hold the guy off if he caught me. My legs weren't feeling great, so I wasn't sure. I probably had not drank enough because my bottles were covered in mud. I chose not to eat the last gel.
On the big back-side climb he catches me, and while I am partly shocked I was not entirely so. I was trying to play it safe not to crash, and even still I almost hit 2 trees catastrophicly. From there I know we have about 25 minutes to the end, and I need to keep him in sight. I do, but just barely. We caught a few more SSers then one of the girls, and it was getting harder and harder. My legs had been threatening to cramp up several times before he caught me, and now that only got worse. I pressed through it. Leave it out there.
The last muddy section right before the end fire road probably did me in. It totally and utterly sapped me, and I was slogging through it at 2 mph maybe. I'm sure he had the same thing going on but when I got out on the fire road he had gone from 50 yards to 150 yards ahead, if not more. In hindsight I should have run through the mud. He was probably a minute ahead and I gave it all I had, but I could only cut it down to 25 seconds and he beat me.
There are any number of things I learned from this race:
1. On gas, always, especially when you know the guy beat you at Tymor
2. I may need glasses, as the amount of time spent rapidly blinking my eyes surely cost me time. There were large stretches of trail where I had to slow way down to get my sight back
3. Consider a bladder for these mud rides so I can actually drink
After I learned more about this guy, I don't feel as bad for having been caught. This is apparently his thing, and he's not exactly a slouch. He is a former expert who took 2nd at Tymor, won the NY category of the SSaP race, won Williams Lake last week, and won Stewart this week. So I'm not being fair if I say I lost the race. He ran a good race, and won. I learned some lessons.
I was talking to him after the race and he'll be at LM in 2 weeks. It's funny, like I said we slaughtered the rest of the class. If I wasn't there, he wins by 9 minutes. If he wasn't there, same story, and I'm almost surely upgrading today. But now, it's pretty fun again to have this guy to battle with. It actually might make me consider petitioning to stay in sport and battle out the series with the guy.