Saturday, September 12, 2009

Pain on the Peak

Course--dusty, dusty, dusty. Lungs--hurt, hurt, hurt.

I thought I finished in the back 1/3 or 1/4 of the master C field. Instead, I finished 23rd out of 49 racers. Could be worse. I was surprised that I did that well. However, once the knowledge of the result sat for a couple of minutes the internal berating began.

"I should not have let my weight go up that high this summer."

"I should have trained harder"

"I should have gone to a doctor to get my lungs checked by now"

But the facts are that I did pretty much the same as I did last year. I don't think that any one that I beat last year at this race beat me this year. That is sort of comforting. There were some guys that I beat on other courses last year that did indeed beat me at this race, but nothing glaring.

Packfodder Jim did very well. He started near the back of the pack to finish 11th. Marcelo, finished 2nd. Both of them also raced in the master C class. Both of them kicked my butt. Both of them are also going to be on our little team, Team Buttercup. And I am glad to have a reason to be there, the Anchor. Every team needs one. I am that guy on ours.

Good ol' Brianero seems to be in great shape as well. He placed 3rd in the master A's. Geesh! And this from a guy that didn't even want to race today, at that venue and in that class.

Anyway, perhaps I will write more about the race later. But I am tired and it has been a long day. Goodnight


jimbo said...

you did great! feel good about it!
there's no use second guessing, we all do that, coulda, shoulda, blah, blah. you show up with what you got and you give'r, and that's what you did. :)

BTW, your not the anchor on our team, Tim is.

you'll be faster on ButterCup!

Mr. Flynn said...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.

Anyway, I need a course without that big hike-a-bike section! Then I could do better against guys like you.

Brianero said...

You guys should have gone down to Eugene. Just a flat out power course with some crazy twisty singletrack sections. I was pretty gassed from PoP and the lungs were pasty with dusty, floury goo.