I’ve said many times that I’d rather be riding good and have a bad result than to be riding bad and have a good result. It’s not about the results. It’s about having done everything correctly to be able to attain a result. But, I’m having a bit of a hard time coming to terms with yesterday’s race.
I finished 18th. The course did not suit my abilities. It wasn’t horrible, but it was pretty much a hard packed circuit race. Very, very non-technical. But, that was just a product of the weather. It had been pretty technical the previous days, but it dried up and got super smooth and very “easy”. It was a complete power race.
I didn’t have real aspirations to win. That was going to be a stretch. But, I thought I could finish somewhere between 5-10th. I missed my pedal at the start. It’s a simple as that. I was buried immediately. It was such a simple mistake that put me in a situation I couldn’t recover from. The race was over for me after one lap. I had been behind 3 major pile-ups that split the field into small groups. And I needed to be in the front group from the gun if I was going to have any chance to finish somewhere I would be happy with.
I lost most of the motivation I had pretty early. After watching a big group of 10 ride up the hill I knew the day wasn’t going to be good. I did nothing but cruise for most of the race. But, I eventually got some motivation back and got riding pretty good. That is the only good thing I have to say about my ride for the day. It wasn’t like last year when I flatted 4 tires. That was only partially my fault. This was totally my fault. It’s too bad that it had to happen at Nationals in KC. I had the form to have a good race on a course that I thought wasn’t good for me under the conditions.
Despite the disappointment, I did have some fun. I saw a rider nearly try to mount his bike without his front wheel, after a crash . If I would have waited 5 more seconds behind a crash, I would have gotten to witness Jonathan Baker punch Adam Meyerson in the face. I did witness from the interior of the course of how fanatic cyclo-x fans are. And, I got the pleasure to race in front of a bunch of friends locally at the National Championships. Pretty special. And a million more memories that would take forever to write.
So, I can’t complain too much about the weekend. There are not too many things I can think of that I would of rather have been doing.