San Dimas was an eye opener for me. I rode the best TT of my life and finished like 91st. I rode 408 watts for 15 minutes I think it was. I still lost 2 minutes to Oscar Sevilla AND he had a mechanical part of the way in. Yeah, I don’t think climber is part of my qualifications.
Saturday’s circuit race was crazy tough. The race never settled down and we were constantly on the gas all day. I had a hard time dealing with the technical, dicey circuit, and the insanity of the field dynamic. It really blew my mind for about an hour. I rode around ghost-like for at least 20 miles. My eyes were bulging out of my head, my mouth agape, I was frightened.
I gradually got used to the fact that there was nothing I could do about the melee all around me, just put my head down, be aware, and hope for the best…and race my bike.
Right around this time, I flatted…in the worst part of the course too. It didn’t really matter where I flatted though. A flat meant gone no matter what. The field usually rolled near 30 on that course, and a flat without a motorpace back on spelled end of day.
I thought my day was over, but then a group caught me from behind and they were howling along. I thought for sure we’d make the 5% time cut. We were 17 strong by the end of the day, but we missed the cut by a minute.
I was pretty down about being time cut. I had been resigned to being time cut after the flat, but then I got in that strong group and we were rolling nicely and I figured that we’d surely make it. I was wrong.
I didn’t go to the crit on Sunday. I just couldn’t watch the race. I was still down at that point. I’m better now. Ha.
I did get some decent PEZ work done. That’s always nice.
The race was the biggest I’d ever done…basically, I just know I need to do a lot more races like this to get used to the pack dynamic. I can’t emphasize that enough, it’s just not natural for me. I’m one of those people that gets scared. That’s about all there is to it. I’ll get over it…because I have to if I want to be a real bike racer. And I do.