So, when I woke up on Sunday morning for the drive up North to Waverly, it was pouring rain in
At noon Carl said the magic word and we all headed off into the muck. The first part of the race was on a gravel road which shot up into the first downhill singletrack. On the gravel road I swallowed about a dump truck load of gravel that was being thrown up by people’s wheels. The singletrack was interesting to ride, everyone slid down the first downhill section and it didn't get much better from there on in. I was in 4th place sitting behind Kyle until he slid out on a rough patch and I managed to sneak by and eventually move up into 2nd place behind
The second lap I knew the trail a bit better so I knew when I needed to get off and run a little better. Since I had to now run the downhills and many of the uphills because they were torn to shreds I basically ran a good 1/3 of the lap. There were many reasons why I quit doing triathlons and running was one of them....because it sucks!! I ended up holding on to 4th place until one of the leaders flatted and bumped me up to 3rd. My legs felt good the whole race even after last weekends torture and I feel I could of done a little bit better if my brakes worked a bit better, but I had a great time regardless and rode most of the time with a huge smile plastered on my mud covered face.
Smile for the camera!!
Big thanks to Carl and Kerkove for a great race.....and I don't care what anyone says...the run up the sand hill was awesome!!!....if you complain about that part....suck it up, this is mountain biking and playing in the dirt is what it's all about!!