I said it... My race this weekend didn't go so hot. My legs decided to pitch a fit like a little 5 year old asshole kid who didn't get his way in Wal-Mart because his mom wouldn't buy him a toy. My mind is off, I haven't had a real great race season, and for some reason when the race director says go, my body knows it and decides to do everything in it's power to go into fuck you mode.
I don't know what it is, my training has been good. I've been putting in solid consitant three hour rides multiple times per week, with absolutly no cramping issues. I haven't cramped since Syllamo. I thought my base was good coming into RIM. I knew that if I took the first three hours easy, I could manage the last three and work through the pain. That was until my sissy legs went limp and cramped up at hour two. Fucking ridiculous.
While my race sucked major monkey balls, I have nothing but great things to say about it. Doug and the crew at heartland along with the trail crew, put on one AWESOME race. Thank you all soo much! You did a fantastic job.
The comraderie was top notch, getting to shoot the shit with alot of old friends, and new ones. Getting to bullshit with like minded people always ranks tops in my books. I have to give a big shout out to Team Segal, as always their superior awesomness shined, and I throughly appreciated the free PBR. Thanks guys!
Cam and Travis threw it down, and took first in the 12 hour duo, smoking the trail with blazing speed. Travis even worked through some sickness to put down some stellar times. Kyle Shour ripped our class to shreds, proving his top level training in New Mexico has payed off. Him made me feel like a bitch by lapping me later in the race.
I only put in four laps, and decided the damage to my legs had been enough. I could have pushed on, but it wasn't look great. Third place would have been the best I could have done, and that was by a very long shot proving I would have had two stellar last laps. I didn't have it in me. The cramps were unworkable, and debilitating to say the least. I can usualy ride through them, not this time. I decided to save myself for the week leading up to my first road race this weekend and call it quits. I know, I'm a big vagina.
Another RIM, another DNF. At least I made it further into the race this go around. The climbing was epic, and I proved to be the grown man on his knees on the side of the trail crying like a little bitch. Alright, I didn't cry, but I wasn't far from it. I kept in good spirits even though my performance was a major let down. Gods granted me the power to deal with that which has already been done, and to find ways to change, improve, learn, and move on. Shit happens, and it happens regularly to me. I did everything right, only to have everything go wrong. But that's the way the cookie crumbles sometimes, and there's no use on dweling on the past.
I'm going through a major change in thoughts with this years racing. I need to change up my gameplan and start getting back to roots of just having fun. Fuck what others expect out of you, fuck what I expect out of me, I'm just out to enjoy the ride and give it all I can. If I do well, great, if not, I can still say I had fun and wasn't in it to win it. So for those of you who for some reason think I may be a threat to you if we happen to line up next to each other in the upcoming races, forget it. I'm not racing anymore, I'm having fun. Seems I do best that way.
So no expectations, just more learning and riding. I already have my mind on next year. My base will be massively changed this winter, and I know where I screwed up this year and what I have to do to fix it next year. There's still plenty of racing left, and there still might be hope, but I'm not going in to any race with any thoughts of doing well. We'll just see what happens...
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