Normally I’d but happy to be worn out by the road….if we were talking about road riding. But alas, this is not the case.
I’ve had one day on the bike this week. The least since May. I was on the road all week for work. I snuck a 2.5 mile treadmill run in at 7AM one morning, but that’s about it. Conference sitting, conference food, it was the polar opposite in terms of activity and diet for me.
To top it off, my flight (only a 50 minute flight from Washington, DC to Hartford) was turned around shortly after takeoff due to a problem with cabin pressure. We were stuck in DC for a few hours before someone finally made the decision to get us a new plane. It took me 8 hours to get home for a 1 hour flight. I arrived home much later than expected and my plans for an afternoon spin were doomed.
I really wanted to get that spin in too–because I’m entered in another cyclocross race tomorrow. Maybe the lack of exercise this week will be good–maybe it’s just a good recovery and I’ll have all kinds of energy in my legs. But I don’t have any illusions about tomorrow.
This will be my 3rd race and it’s considerably smaller than Providence. Last time there were almost 100 women in the field. Tomorrow there is only 10. It’s an open field which means I’ll be groups with Cat 1, 2 3, and 4 women. I did some checking–a few are Cat 1 or 2 racers. I don’t expect to be last but I won’t finish in the top 50%.
As I do these races, this mass grouping has to be one of the aspects I find interesting (not good, not bad–just an observation here). Cycling has long since been yet another sport dominated by men. So when they race, they compete against similarly ranked racers, because there are enough men filling these categories. With these smaller venues, there just isn’t enough women to sustain breakout categories. There is a larger race this weekend in New Gloucester, Maine. Downeast CX is a two-day event that many racers are attending. So this race I’m doing is appealing because it’s a smaller one, and closer than Maine. But knowing that I’ll be lapped by a Cat 1 or 2 racer halfway through the race really changes the way I approach the whole event. Meaning–I can’t take it too seriously. This is a good thing ultimately since my nature leans toward the competitive (even if my legs aren’t as fast as I’d like them to be). Also–I am dog ass tired from this week of travel. It will be really interesting to see how I do tomorrow considering the lack of training and poor diet and lousy sleep all week. I don’t have high expectations, other than to gain a bit more experience, finish upright, and hopefully have a good time.
I’ll give a report either tomorrow night or possibly Monday on Sloper Cross. For the rest of the right I have to check out some video of the course. At least my brain will be ready, even if my body won’t be.