I only got about 5-6 hours of sleep but felt really rested when I woke up. I guess I must sleep well in kitchens! Who knew? We were all caffeinated and out the door with our bikes and gear by 7:30 a.m. For as many of us that were there it was pretty impressive!
I think the Soft Rock (28 miles) might have had more people racing then the Hard Rock (48 miles). Racers were setting down bikes to get a good spot almost an hour before the start.
It was really hard to make any moves because everyone was riding wheel to wheel for as far as I could see. I used it as a good opportunity to get used to how the Carbon Beargrease handled. I heard nothing but good things about the bike, but I was still surprised at how light the bike felt and how snappy the handling was. Never once did I have to change the way that I climbed, descended or cornered. Never once did I feel like I had to make adjustments because I was on a fat bike. It's a freaking dream.
I was paying so much attention to the bike that at first I didn't notice that everyone in front of me was stopped at the railroad crossing. Lo and behold there was a train that had stopped everyone except for the very front of the pack. Ironically enough one of the promoters mentioned at the start that they would try to hold off any trains until we crossed the railroad tracks. I remember thinking, "a train? How likely would that be?" Apparently very likely!
Of course it sucked...who wants to stop for a train during a race? But we were all in the same boat and there was absolutely nothing we could do. I did get to talk to a few friends I haven't seen all summer...so there's that at least.
Eventually the hundreds and hundreds of us made it around the train and were back on course. There was more stopping since we were now an even bigger cluster but after a few hills the crowd thinned back out. And then at mile 20 my legs went Vroom! All of a sudden I felt really good. I guess I was finally warmed up.
The rest of the race was a blur. I got so many compliments on
The race flew by and before I knew it I was coming up on the sandy downhill. The moment I had been waiting for. Do you know how many times I've crashed on this hill? A lot!!! This time I didn't even need to try and pick a line. The Beargrease just floated down and I was along for the ride.
If I weren't racing I would have gone back up to do it again but I DID want to make it to the finish line....
Here are two of my favorite pictures from the weekend! The first one cracks me up because I'm kissing