It’s that time of year again…cyclocross season has come to an end. Spouses and families are rejoicing while we are crying in our skinsuits. It comes with a mix bag for me. The season does wear and tear on me both emotionally and physically, especially with all I do with CX Nation. I am not just a racer anymore. I run a business, a team and I have coaching clients who rely on me. It can be exhausting. So while there is still one more race for some in California (the NorCal vs. SoCal Showdown this weekend), unless you are racing pro in Europe…the fat lady is singing.
I did manage to get one more race in after Nationals. Nats usually marks the end of the run for me, but the 8th race in the Sacramento series was held last Saturday and it looked intriguing. The course was set to run through Old Town Sacramento, which is a bunch of old brick buildings and looks like the Wild West. Center to it all is a pretty grand train museum. There was the lure for the family to come. Having the family come along is both good and bad. I love seeing my girls at the races – they are my best fans – but it can be stressful for warming up, setting up the CX Nation stuff, etc… I went “light” and just decided to warm up on course and not bring any of the other accoutremants.
Riding the train tracks in Old Town Sacramento
Jeff and I over the tracks
The course started on a cobblestone street, wound its was through a grassy knoll, over a bunch of railroad tracks and did an “out and back” on a bike path. There was off camber, sand, pavement and a section up and down the old boardwalk. Lots of cool fixtures. Attendance was low, but Sage and I lined up in the 35+ A field with a couple of the regulars, who turned out to be battling for the overall; more on that later. Sage took off like a bullet and I slotted in close behind. Once we reached the bike path section he took off. He said he was battling the flu, but man….I could barely keep his wheel. I then realized that I was dragging the whole field in tow, so I let up on the gas and just sat in. That was the last we saw of Sage. He was gone.
I settled in with Robert Braun and Jeff Mitchell. Robert has some pretty good skills, but he kept making small mistakes in the turns, which is uncharacteristic of him. Eventually on lap 2 he went down. Jeff and I took off and immediately started going…really hard. After a few laps of this Jeff turns to me and says, “I am not racing you.” I thought, well I am right next to you and if you are not racing me, then who are you racing….oh wait, I get it. Jeff had a one point lead on Robert for the overall. If he held him off then he would take it. I know this isn’t road racing, but I pulled a Vinokourov and said that if he let me take 2nd, then I would help him beat Robert. So that is what we did….although a few times I had to wait for him, so I might have just dropped him anyways. But then karma got me and I dropped it on the boardwalk and slightly rolled my tire. Jeff waited and we rolled the last lap together.
Addie shared the podium with Sage and I
I could hear my daughter the entire race and that made me so excited. I even shared the podium with her. We got a train whistle (how appropriate) for getting on the podium. My brother was there too. He lives in Sacramento. For his efforts he got a big beer from sponsor Yolo Brewing. Everybody wins! Now the off season…..
Burgers and Fries at Gott’s Roadside after racing – Let’s get fat.