Forty Minutes of Pain
Saturday September 19th 2009, 5:09 pm
Filed under: Anecdotes

Today I raced for the first time. It was great, it was excruciating, it was cyclocross.

I started off strong, I held first place for the first two laps, then dropped to third, up to second, then back to third for the final lap. I was holding third pretty well until some sandbagger drove me through a patch of loose gravel on a short, narrow, cement section. This gravel unfortunately terminated into a log and brush. Full speed ahead I hit that log—no dismount, not even operable brakes—just head over handlebars followed by body and then bike on top of me. Cussing, I get up and try to go only to discover the chain had come off. Damn it Paul! After getting the chain reconnected with chainring I take off—vowing against any DNF’s or DFL’s today.

I placed ninth and am mildly alright with that. I’m in pain, I’m wheezing, my wheel is near taco’ed, and I plan to do it all again tomorrow, only backwards (so I hear). This kind of activity deserves psychiatric inspection I’d think.

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down that hill tomorrow instead of up? Glad you are ok and did not DNF!

congrats on your tremendous finish on your first race, after going over the bars

Go Rogue!!!

Comment by Sherri 09.19.09 @ 7:25 pm

It only get’s better(or worse depending on how you look at it). See you tomorrow!

Comment by Zack 09.19.09 @ 8:17 pm

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