On the scene

Today I got up on the Eastern Mass ‘cross scene something fierce.  It kinda got ugly.  The race was in a place called Wrentham, on a nice little organic farm called White Barn Farm.  Thursday night I glued the tire that I rolled in Toronto back on its rim, backwards.  Good thing it was a rear tire.  Today it was pretty darn cold, around 30, and windy with bare frozen ground. I forgot my legs warmers, and had to settle for knee warmers.  Luckily some guys from cycleops were there with a bunch of trainers in the barn, so I just sat in there and warmed up, stretched, tried to make sure that I was good and ready to go after a month of from racing, and much training for that matter.  

The race started off pretty well.  I was lined up towards the back, but after the first lap was with the front group of about 10 or 15.  After that it started to split up, and I was happy to be in the mid-pack action with a small group.  My back was hurting me a little bit, but it was all good.  All good, until a couple of laps later when I rolled my front tire and had to run across the hard-ass tundra to the pit.  I got passed by pretty much everybody.  Running made my back hurt real bad.  I kept going and caught like 4 people back.  Pretty soon I started to go in the hurt locker big time so I quit trying to catch people.  I should have just quit.  The crowd was rowdy.  One guy said he called Mickey the King of Spooky Bikes, and Mickey said I had to take a beer hand up.  I took it and downed it so everybody would know I was a man, even thought I wasn’t racing like one.  It turned out to be OE, malt liquor.  They started pulling people so I picked it up just enough so that I would not get lapped, and that I still beat 1 guy on the lead lap.  

Off to San Francisco for week of science.  Lots of core training for next season.