Saturday my alarm went off at 6 a.m. and I promptly turned it off and went back to bed. Then I woke up at 7 a.m. and realized that if I hurried, I could get all of my gear together and still make it to Cannonsburg ski hill in time. Off I went.
I got to the race, registered and was uber-excited when I saw the number plate that I was given. My favorite number. I swear I did not ask for it (Scott does not believe me)!!!
Jason. It wasn't super hard, but it was enough to leave every single muscle in my body slightly sore.
I think my coach will be pretty happy because I managed to stay at my tempo pace for most of the race. Not necessarily by choice but because I couldn't go harder if I wanted to. The only un-fun part of the race came on the last lap. Since my legs didn't like the uphills I was having a little too much fun on the downhills and managed to clip a tree with my handlebar. Instead of flying over my bike I landed on the top tube of my bike (it's a good thing I'm not a guy) and headed into a ravine. It hurt so freaking bad that I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. All I knew was that I was off course and trees were whizzing past me on the right and left. Luckily I managed to slow down enough that when I finally hit a tree it wasn't that bad.
Sigh. Enough with the trees already. A while ago I saw this really cool pine tree graphic that I wanted to get as a tattoo but lately my relationship with trees hasn't been that pleasant. I might have to rethink things :-)
I can't think of a better way to spend Summer Solstice. Now summer has to slow down a bit...it's already going by too fast.