So after a great, relaxing visit with my family and playing with all the critters....
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| Time to play ball |
We drove the easy 4 hours over to Asheville to register and check out the course that Monday. It was good 'ole NECX weather when we arrived in snow squalls and 30+ mph wind gusts, but K and I decided to try out the course anyway!
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| Cold, snowy, windy Monday to start |
The venue was still being put together but let me tell you that the course was PHENOMENAL!
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| A ROCKIN' CXNats Venue and Course! |
The course was hard as heck, but a treat for riders who liked technical courses. Being a confident (sometimes stubborn) MTBr, I dove right in, soaked up what AshevilleCXNats16 had to offer, and LOVED it! As brutal as the climbing was, the reward was kickin' chicanes, fast flyovers, serious chutes, and daring drops! As people hemmed and hawed at a drop that was heading into the woods, about 3/4's into the lap, I didn't hesitate a second, dialed my line right away, and didn't look back! This was my dream course, even with the climbing, for it slowed the fast people down some.
After a few more laps and playing with some more line choices, I was ready for the week!
Tuesday was the Non-Champs 35+ race, where my mindset was to go fairly hard for the first two laps and then try to dial it back to save energy for Thursday's party.
I also wanted to dial in the start, for it was long, and I knew I wanted the outside right starting position due to how the course was bending left after the pavement.
I had a great start, slotted behind our housemate for the week, Roni, who had a killer burst at the whistle! I was on her wheel and then lost it once we hit the grass, but was okay with it, given the course. All of a sudden, there was a crash in the first of the up/down drainage ditches and all I could see were people dog piling on top of Roni. After quickly asking/yelling if she was okay, I maneuvered around to the outside, managing to get in the top 10 as a result. Quickly, a few ladies passed me on the straights and I passed them again on the inside u-turn before we rushed to our first run up. The first run up was punchy, so you needed to be quick and stomp hard in the NC red clay to get traction. I managed fine, remounted, and lost a couple of spots on another straight away before another drainage up/down ditch. We had another quick punchy knoll, before another straight away, where I lost a couple spots.
This was a great spot to see three different parts of the course: start/finish, Kask flyover, the off camber by the bike barn, and the chute in-between Heckle Hill and the Kask flyover. It was also a great spot where I could clearly hear Kristen and my NECX buds cheering!
After the straightaway, came the off camber by the Bike Barn. I will be honest, I liked this section a lot; for the more complicated, the better. This section made or lost races for both amateurs and Pros alike. You had to hit it right. For me it was start low and almost before halfway, start tracking to the high line, for it was less of a pitch and cleaner to ride. I felt confident and comfortable on this section and from listening to the sideline encouragement at my choice, it was the right (and sometimes impressive) line call.
After that was a quick stroll through the Bike Barn and up to Heckle Hill. Heckle Hill was "ride-able", but it was a leg zapper, and I had only gotten 1/2 up riding in prelaps and felt it was faster to push my bike up. It was hard, but nothing like the Putney West Hill run up, that can break a person's will to ride after 5 laps.
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Pushing up Heckle Hill Photo Cred: Kristen Lukach |
I also liked the off camber downhill chicanes after Heckle Hill. Again, it was a section I enjoyed riding, knew where to push it, how to balance, and let it rip. If flying from there, into the first drop-in chute, over the Kask flyover, slight lean to the left past the mud pits, and up Bonk Breaker Hill was all about how far and fast could you push the lines; the drop in at the back woods cemented it. You either had confidence and comfortableness with your handling and technical skills, or this section was going to chew you up and spit you out! FOR REAL YO! In a slightly cocky manner, I never blinked an eye and attacked it, like I had in my prelaps. By doing so, it really made me feel comfortable and confident on this course, knowing I was ready to slay Thursdays Champs race!!
So along came Thursday and I was ready! I was even more excited/stoked/nervous, for my parents made the trip out to watch and I didn't want to disappoint! I wanted to show them that I was getting kinda good at this CX thing and that it was crazy hard, but fun!!
By the time Thursday morning rolled around, the ground had gone through a few freeze/thaw cycles, so I knew it could be frozen and starting to melt by the time my race came up. I wanted to get a good couple prelaps in to see how it was riding.WOW! What a different course from previous days, but I knew that was going to happen. There were frozen ruts with some ground softness starting that you could tell would be melting by 10 am. The chicanes after Heckle Hill proved to be my hardest section to navigate in the frozen grease that was developing. I tried them a few times, but kept sliding into the fall line, which was too steep and made it difficult to get out of. I tried my best but couldn't nail it in the preride that morning, so I finished the rest of the laps and tried to stay warm. I managed to watch the 30-34 Women's race that was before mine and made sure I watched how they took the spot that had troubled me so. I saw them taking it tight and inside, so I figured I would try it come my race.
I saw my parents, nervously hugged them, and told them how different the course was from when we had walked it the night before with them. I really wanted to do well with them watching. So I went off, warmed up, and did my last bit of race prep. Rolling back and forth behind the start grid, all my hours and miles were waiting for this 40 minute-hard as heck-race. I was nervous, but I knew the course suited me and I felt as prepared as I possibly could have been. Then Richard Fries started with the announcing of names into the starting grid, like I had heard him many times before in the season.
It was game time!
I got a 2nd row call up, but not on the right, outside line I wanted, so I settled into the outside left, next to my fellow NECX buddy Emily "Crusher of Courses" Molden, so I was okay with it! K said kick butt and good luck at the line, followed by prerace instructions to the field from Officials...
1 min to start...
30 seconds to start...
WHISTLE!!!
Holy Crud--We were off! FAST!!
I didn't have the best start, but by the time we hit the first flyover, I was already picking people off. I was happy with my first 40 seconds, even though I felt slightly flat, but I knew that I take a bit to get warmed up, so I wasn't worried. We did our u-turn by the pits, up the first run up, and I was actually gaining on some more people! I was feeling it! Then came the off cambers by the Bike Barn, and as people were slipping out and tapping toes, I kept to my line choice from low to high and it worked like a charm! Then came the Bike Barn and Heckle Hill, which I don't think I lost time at but am not sure, for I was so mentally focused on conquering the chicanes after Heckle Hill. I think I even missed my parents cheering for me I was so focused. :(
I pushed up Heckle Hill, remounted, went for the inside on both corners going down the hill and NAILED IT!! I was so freaking happy to get that monkey off of my back!! From there I went FLYING down the hill to the chute, over the Kask flyover, and down towards the pits. I could see Emily about 3 seconds ahead of me and knew if I caught her, we could possibly be an NECX team helping each other out!
Right before the pits, it was super muddy and the greasiness continued past them, and it was then that I had a split moment of not paying attention. I looked at a course stake on the left and started heading right towards it. I tried to correct, but was moving too fast, so I slipped/fell and somehow caught myself on my right side on my knee. I quickly righted myself, my bike, and thought "Oh I just have to put my chain back on and I will be good!" But as I went down to fix my "chain", my whole derailleur was flopping where you never want to see it, especially in a race. I looked up and I was 5-15 feet past the pit entrance, but knew the rules; Go backwards and be done.
SO I RAN AS HARD AS I COULD...
I COULDN'T BELIEVE THIS WAS HAPPENING TO ME!
I felt like some karma, bad voodoo, or something was happening. I was re-running all the scenes in my head and sayings that people had said, kinda of thinking that this was the reason why this was happening, but in reality, I was the only reason.
I was so mad at myself and my inattentive moment, but knew I just had to keep running. I wanted to cry, but then I remembered my family and K was there to cheer me on, and I had to keep going. I had no choice. As I was running, bike slung over my shoulder, NECX friends along the sidelines were like "Ohhh man..." in that tone of voice in which you can hear the sadness and wishing they could fix your bike for you somehow. I ran past the start/finish line and Georgia Gould mentioned some good Pro advice of making sure you break your bike before the pits. I kept running...
Finally, I made it to the pits.
Glad to no longer be running, I felt gassed and out of my element/groove on my pit bike. I didn't feel comfortable or confident on it, and it showed! I went up towards Heckle Hill, passed K cheering, slightly remember seeing my parents, attempted the chicanes down. It (read 'I') was pathetic. I endo'd and I heard my parents that time, as they exclaimed "Gooo Jenn.....Ohhhhhh..."
I regathered myself and tried to fly down the hill to the chute and Kask flyover, past the pits (the scene of the crime), and up Bonk Breaker Hill. I could see the leader charging as I climbed but I knew it was only a matter of time, but I really wanted to get one more lap in before getting caught, if the officials would let me. I was mentally debating how to handle the drop in into the woods, for I knew I could ride it, but I was a clusterf@ck at that moment, and thought for a second about running it. In my stubbornness, I said to myself that I had not ran it the entire week and I wasn't going to start now. BAD CALL! I endo'd over the drop, slow-mo style, managed to drop my chain, put it back on, and keep riding. Being even more messed up, I slipped/crashed again a few feet later on a tight left in the woods, dropped my chain again, and knew my race was done for. I kept pedaling as hard as I could, I went towards the straight away towards the barriers, up and over them, and it was then that the leader passed me.
My Mom was right there cheering me on saying I could keep going and I sadly/disappointingly said my race was over, for the leader passed me. I crossed the line and was pulled. My Dad was there as I left the course, trying to help, and I sadly don't remember what he said. I was dejected, I felt unfinished, I honestly felt empty, hollow, and had no words.
Two laps down, dead freaking last, no official finish.
It wasn't for the lack of trying, but still as of today, it is hard to swallow.
I gave my pit bike to my Dad, who was trying to help, but even he struggled with words. I went to grab my busted bike from the pits and that is where K had sprinted over to, once she realized I was on my pit bike, to see if she could do anything to help. My Mom was there too and as we were walking out/away from the course, I had a small breakdown.
My season was done and it didn't feel good.
I was numb.
I don't really remember much immediately after that, other then my parents agreeing to meeting us for dinner somewhere after we were done watching our fellow NECX racers kick butt.
As the fog cleared, I do remember cheering on friends who did awesome and also enjoying some "celebration" family beers and food with my parents and K.
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CXNats Champs race prep
Photo Cred: Oscar Jimenez
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A moment of reflection of all I have worked for this season at the start line Photo Cred: Kristen Lukach |
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Start of the CX Nats 35-39 Championship Race
Photo Cred: Yet Another Bike Page
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Trying to get back in it on my pit bike
Photo Cred: Yet Another Bike Page |
After my failure on Thursday, I needed to clear my head, so I went for a little ride on Friday along the Blue Ridge Parkway. The little spin, along with riding with Roni bandit style in the back woods to the course, helped bring up my spirits some.
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| Had to clear my mind on the Blue Ridge Parkway |
On Friday, we had the team relay in which we were the NECX Ladies. I had designed some quick custom jerseys for the occasion and they were a hit. Our team consisted of Leslie Robinson, her 11 yr old daughter Becca, Roni, and myself. Becca was scared at the idea of a race, but after some pre-ride "coaching" we knew she was going to be fine!! Roni went out first, I was second, followed by Becca, and Leslie was the closer.
As Roni came up, I left the corral we were waiting in and wanted to go out to do my lap as my feel good moment. I didn't want to end Nats on a busted bike and down on my luck. I wanted to go out smiling and I think I did. Even better than how I ended my experience on the course, was being able to cheer on Becca, as she slayed the chicanes and chutes! That was awesome to see and be a part of.
Besides my races, there was other cool stuff at Nats that happened. Other stuff such as hanging with Olympic medalist Georgia Gould, and cheering on friends, while reveling in their successes, and meandering around town. I was ecstatic to see fellow NECX'rs do soooo freaking amazing out there and I was proud to be part of this cycling "family."
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Relay crew fun times
Photo Creds: Paul Robinson (top and two below)
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| The lovely Georgia Gould and I had CXfever at CXNats |
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| Georgia "the Mechanic CX Champs judging star" Gould |
In the end, I am in debt to Kristen and my family for supporting me and cheering me on. I truly am lucky, I just wish I could have delivered something better. So in reality, my USA CycloCross Nationals campaign ended on a good note. Honestly, I should be proud of what I accomplished and how I did this season. There really is next year to conquer what was left unfinished.