As I described before, the Subaru cup was something of a
home coming for me as I’ve been off racing out of state at other pro XCTs in
the last month. I was very excited to race with a home town crowd. After racing
in Montana and New York and hearing the cheers for the locals I was missing the
comfort of home, friends and family. So I got the word out there to make it big
and it sure was. But all this is to come, I’ll start from the beginning.
I had a week off from travel to be at home and train a
little. It was combined with a little bit of rest to make sure I wasn’t getting
burned out. All the traveling, I’m not used to it as much as the more seasoned
pros so I had to take my time to recharge. Admittedly I did some partying to
celebrate a thus far successful campaign on the road. The first week was 2
tough workouts followed by a long weekend of 6 hours of trail riding and some
efforts on the road. I hit the second week feeling tired but knowing the plan I
kept pushing. The best part of racing less than 2 hours from home is that
Wednesday’s efforts could be done on the course. I was able to get 5 hard race
pace laps on course. That was big for me knowing I could go that hard for 5
laps without slowing down much.
It was also cool seeing some friends and racers out there
doing the same. The warm embrace of riding with friends and familiar faces is
always a good way to cure weeks of travel. I was getting back to the rhythm I’d
known the year’s before that I was feeling disconnected from. Don’t get me
wrong though. The weekends on the road changed me for the better. My
perspective on these races changed from a David and goliath to a more familiar
and tranquil isolation from the rest of the race. It went from fear of the big
bad races to me finding my spot and my path to the top.
But I seem to have strayed from the point. Running some race
laps on course was a rare advantage. And as it turns out something the pros
could use. The short term lessons from Wednesday’s efforts were that I was
feeling the workouts from the week before but was still focused and eager to
race. SO rest and recovery was the focus for the next couple days until Tim and
I packed the car mid-day Friday to hit up pre ride. I used the opportunity to
get to know the course conditions better and open up with a hot lap and some
road riding. When that was all done we headed to Lukas’ house again, who we
stayed with in Iola. The dogs even remembered us, sort of. Thanks for letting
us stay again!
Saturday began with a gradual wake up and a good breakfast.
That’s the best kind of morning, very relaxed but with a quiet focus on the
day’s effort. We packed up and headed off the course which was a short 40
minute drive. We arrived to a packed parking lot and all the bells and whistles
going off as races were already going for the lower categories. I took the time
to clean my bike and help out Tim with bottle feeds for his Cat 1 race about 2
hours before my race. It was fun hanging out chatting with others and feeding.
Good change of pace for me from the not knowing anyone at the race.
The race started fast, I’ve had some races lately where I
felt taxed at the start and some where I was comfortable. I was definitely
feeling the pace as we did the long loop around the parking area. There was
some hectic sections as people not knowing the course put on the breaks for the
dirt humps. A few people has some misfortune but all in all it was clean. As we
turned back onto the main drag towards the start again I glanced down at my
legs in pain for a short moment and looked up to find half the field going the
wrong way up the clif bar climb and was super confused. But there was no
question in my mind which direction was right. So I took the opportunity to
hop on Brian Matter’s wheel as we began the climb. I pushed hard here but
didn’t have the effort in me to go as hard as I wanted. I lost a few spots up
the climb but nothing bad. By the time we got to the top the top guys had
realized the mistake and gotten back on. Wells and few others made the pass
before the single track. As we crested the hill I settled in for the effort. I
dropped my chain 2 times in the single track on the first lap, but kept a cool
head and only lost a few spots because of it.
I rolled in for an amazing finish, 13th place. I
reached my goal of points, and did so in one of the toughest fields with my
home town crowd, friends and family there. With all that pressure and I pulled
it through. It’s hard to put into words just how grateful I am for all the
cheers and how happy I am to put on a good show and good result for the home
town. I finished up the day with pizza with Tim and his girlfriend at the local
pizza place. Then it was time for bed, I was completely cooked and fell asleep
like a rock right away.


I get home and drop my bags on the ground knowing full well
that in about 36 hours’ time I’ll be picking them up again and heading out to
Pennsylvania for nationals. The legs are coming around and I’m on great form
right now. All that’s left to do it rest up and take care. The legs will be
there, I just need to have the guts to keep asking them to push even when they
scream in defiance.
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