This weekend wraps my much abbreviated cyclocross season, with the eagerly anticipated Ice Weasels Cometh. Last year I had a great season, with more time to train. This year the clavicle fracture in July sidelined me almost the entire summer, and by fall I was just trying to pedal my way back to some fitness and learn how to lift my bike again. I was thrilled to race at all. I hoped, unreasonably, that I might rise to the level I was last year. The level being solidly average. Hey I take any small victory at this point. I had a couple good races this year and felt some progress being made, but never quite got to where I wanted to be. After the Northampton races in early November, I knew I was pretty done. My work schedule ramped up, available daylight ramped down, and I figured it was time to cut my losses.
So this weekend, I race cyclocross and the “Wookie” fat bike category, but Ice Weasels is more a going away party to the season than anything too serious. The cross race has more serious leanings (but there will be hand-ups). The fat bike race will be an all out party. After too many 10, 11, and 12 hour work days lately, I cannot wait.
I’m already thinking of next year, after this year being somewhat stifled in terms of bike related adventure. My adventure quota needs filling. Plans are brewing, stay tuned.