Closed out the mountain bike racing this past weekend at Manawa. Now it's on to cyclocross. Ouch. Not quite sure if I'm ready for it. I'm more suited for riding my bike at a steady pace all day long, not balls to the wall for an hour. I can almost feel the lung sizzle and taste the metallic bloody mucus.
I need some inspiration....maybe this old pic from 2002 or was it 2003, with me leading Tony in a cross race at Pioneers Park will muster up some confidence. No, he's not lapping me. I was actually ahead of him. It was probably the 50th minute in the 60 minute race.
To be honest, Tony did have the flu and was as white as a sheet. But I was still beating him! At least for a little while. Shortly after this photo was snapped Tony passed me. Even on my best day on a cross bike and Tony's worst, I still couldn't beat him. Bastard.