One of my toughest races yet. With traffic like I-25 from Colorado Springs to Denver and dust like Kansas, I didn't kick my little (too little) ASR around the way I wanted. I never found my rhythm climbing, and I was on the brakes too much on the descents. I finished 7th out of 12....but thought I was racing for 3rd the whole time. HOW does that happen, you ask. Yeah, I'm not even sure. They started all Expert Women together and unlike, teammate, Megan I didn't nut-up and drive it to the front. She came by me like a race horse and I was the work horse they hired to plow the course for her to run.
I will say that once I got a little beer in me and some camp food Saturday night I enjoyed a 6hr. group ride with some 15 other fat tire abusers on Sunday. Crested Butte has some of the most stellar single track in the country (in my opinion). We worked our way over 403 and into 401. Good times. Tenderized legs. Aching muscles from head to toe. Even my fingers hurt. Ahhhh.... If its any consolation, I'm still top of my age group with points. Finishing counts for something. Geeez, come Snowmass I'm going to resume 'under dawg' status and just race my bike. wtf.
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