The Wayne Ultra

Wednesday evening I decided to do this 45 mile XXC race.  Thursday I pulled out the mountain bike from it's month and a half hiatus, and put some pedals on it.  Sunday rolled around, and while I wasn't yet comfortable back in the woods, I was hoping my fitness would be able to make up for it.  On the neutral rollout the lead dirt bike slammed on it's brakes, and we all received a fleecing for going in front of him ("Don't make me pull this thing over again!").  We proceeded to ride the next three miles at about 5 mph. I even had time to pull over, go to the bathroom, and catch back on without trying!  

I was riding in third place behind Gerry Pflug, got gapped, crashed trying to catch back on, and tweaked my hip.  Soft pedaled for a little bit, decided it was stupid to keep going (and zero fun!) and called it a day. Am I super bummed?  Yes.  But this is racing, and things will not always go smoothly.  Congrats to Gerry for winning, he was killing it.  I kept waiting for him to ease up a little, but it never happened!

Next up:  Five days away from the bike (I'm pretty tired and beat up, physically and mentally), and then start some training before the Renfrew Ra's.  It's going to be an awesome course, so make sure you come out and do it!