Who You Callin’ Filthy?
Sunday morning, Bevin and I arrived at the Ancaster Community Centre eager for a day of racing. The forecast was for light drizzle, 12degrees warming to 20degrees by the afternoon and winds of 20-45kph. As we sat in the school-bus with 40 other lycra-clad cyclists heading towards the start-line, the rain finally began to pour. With that rain one thing was certain; there would be mud. And boy was there mud!
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There was mud thin like pulpy orange juice, thick like drying concrete and everything in between. It was glorious. It was also in the mud that I excelled. I passed people both as they rode and walked through the slop. I dropped racers who were otherwise on my tail, never once needing to get off the bike. I felt like such a champ, drifting along, always maintaining my momentum. It’s ironic; I think my time in the desert aided me greatly in this sloppy situation. Spending all that time riding in soft sand and gravel, I had become quite accustomed to riding in such loose conditions.
At the bottom of the last downhill mud shoot–where I blew passed riders like they were standing still–I flatted. Thinking I had just one or two kms to ride, I opted to continue riding despite the totally flat rear tire; I didn’t want to get passed by other racers as I spent the few minutes changing the tube. As it turned out, I had about five or six kms to ride, including up the final punishing climb to the finish line. Those last few kms, riding on a flat, really took their toll. But, I finished and after regaining my composure–I felt like I might puke–felt like an absolute champ.
My goals for the race were four-fold, including 1) simply to finish; 2) ride without any mechanical issues; 3) finish within the top 100 riders in the 2nd wave and 4) to ride the 60kms in 2hrs 30mins. Well, I achieved three of those four. I did finish the race, though I did get that flat. I also came in 7th place in the 2nd wave[ 215th overall] and beat my time goal by 2mins 6secs, with a time of 2hrs 27mins 54secs. Ya, to say I am pleased with my performance is quite the understatement.
But more importantly, I had such a great time riding in the mud and the rain. I got to hang out with my buddy Bevin[pictured here] who also achieved his goals for the race, as well as reuniting with other friends and meeting new people. Yup, a day at the races, a glorious affair for sure.
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