The Crit on the other hand was an exceptional race for me concerning my level of fitness. I felt so-so at the start, but during the middle of the race my legs felt great as I moved up through the pack to watch Fort-Lewis “attempt” to bring back the break, only to watch them give then more time. Just as thing was going well or as Dane would say, “I was just riding along” then POW! I have front flat. So I run over to the wheel pit and finally get back in only to be told I have 6 laps to go once I catch back on. Last lap the sound of grinding metal fills the air with riders falling to the left of me. Then riders block the right side of me. The only choice for me is to shoot right through the middle onto the curb. Rolling down the sidewalk, I think of what a great race I had and now I am stuck outside of the course, Nooooo. Then, Sheedy comes to the rescue by ripping down the tape and waving me through. Winding up my sprint I jump off the curb slamming my way back into the pack. Sadly enough, I roll in 49th only to feel like I could have placed higher given the circumstances. But then I tell myself “that’s racin”. So I feel for my first Road National I did well, but starting to dream of next year and the possibilities.
Well, I did have some exciting news about what has happened since I got home for the summer but I spent all my time talking about racing. Well, now isn’t that the story of my life. So maybe in the next few weeks I might give an update on the awesome news. As for now, I have a lot on my plate.
By the way here is an amazing dinner Josi and I made one night.
