Rusty
I pre rode jungle on Saturday morning with Utah. I felt ok on the pre ride and even though the course wasn’t the typical jungle habitat course. The second time around I was able to attack all the downhills and this was important for me because my legs are still not where they were before my vacation. My plan was to make up time in the tech and hold on for the climbing.
So lining up and there are some new faces. I heard some of them are pretty fast which isn’t a bad thing.
@The Heckler was there for his first H2H race, Tommy who won the first race was there, Even
@Mountain Bike Mike showed up. As soon as we take off I’m mid to end pack. I took a few dumb lines and that caused me to get boxed in lock up my rear brake. This continued for the first 2 miles of the course. Stop and go, on and off pavement to singletrack was really giving me a hard time. Despite this, I was able to jump up a few spots and ended up in 3rd going up the first climb. Heckler and T stood and mashed. From about 30 ft behind I matched them.
I was in 3rd going up the other climbs and still had the 1-2 spot in sight. At this point I knew I didn’t have my best stuff but I still thought I could make my presence felt. We work our way to otter slide and I was gaining, but then I ran into a guy on a singlespeed who blocked me for the entire descent. By the time I wiggled around him, 1+2 were well into the twisty section of warthog.
I started pressing… Powering out of every turn, then locking up going into the next, just desperate for some flow or rhythm. When things are going well I am able to find that sweetspot, but it into cruise control, and my mind falls into a zone. That wasn’t happening yesterday.
During the rocky section of warthog at the end I was able to see 1+2 and I think I had gained on them a lot, but I used a lot of legs to do it. Going into the twisty pavement section before the Start/Finish line I knew I was in trouble. Perry had caught me and seemed to be stronger, and the first 3rd of the course really wasn’t working for me. By the time I got though that and onto the climbs, Perry dropped me and I was in no man’s land. Still pressing and getting caught up on every rock and stick and almost washing out in every turn, I slowed my pace and rode carefully. I felt like a pitcher trying to steer a pitch for a strike instead of just throwing it.
Going into warthog of the second time I was still riding like shit. I found a nice rock to wedge my front wheel into and go over the bars. It would have been a spectacular sight, but luckily I was able to get right back and up and go, adrenaline blocking out any pain. Just as I was starting to settle down and I thought I was finding some flow…. OTB #2 happened. This one wasn’t as dramatic or as slow motion as the first, but it hurt. Mancuso passed me as I was pulling myself off the ground and asked me if I was ok 100 times in 3 seconds. I contemplated calling it quits but knew I would regret that later on so I just put my head down and…wait for it…. rode my own race.
I didn’t exactly light it on fire during lap three but I wasn’t a total wreck like I was on the second lap either. At this point I thought any hopes for a podium were done, so I spent a lot of time looking behind me, just maintaining. Nobody was there… maybe I was in last place and didn’t realize it?
Going down otter slide I felt a lot more comfortable. I caught a glimpse of perry in 3rd and Instantly regretting not pushing more the second half of the race. This sparked a little fire but It was too little, too late.
This was a shitty race for me on so many levels and it left me feeling pretty frustrated. I’m happy to move past it and start thinking about the next race.