Monday, December 5, 2011


Saturday was state CX championship. Fort Buenaventura with hero dirt, so I figured we all may as well skip the race, give T$ the medal, and drink a beer to celebrate. But that's not really how racing works. Besides, Seth, Adam, Rick, and I had to sort out who was the state champion amongst us.

Turns out it was Seth. He dropped the rest of us on lap one. Adam made it clear he wasn't going to let it come down to the end about halfway through and opened a gap I thought I could close but couldn't. I managed to stay away from Rick until he caught me on the last lap. I figured if we were together at the end, I could outsprint him.

I figured wrong. Rick made a move going into the last turn, and there wasn't enough room between the last turn and the line to do anything about it. Not sure I had the legs to do anything about it anyway. Well played. I would have done the exact same thing.

So the race was an utter failure. I didn't beat any of the guys I can reasonably expect to beat. I didn't do anything remarkable. I don't particularly enjoy that course. And yet, I still had a blast. Racing cyclocross is perhaps the most sisyphean thing I have ever done. Week after week I train, I compete, I do no better, and I somehow still come away anxious to do it again. Go figure.

Congratulations to cross-obsessed friends Daren, Rico, and Sara for winning their respective categories. Nicely done.


  1. I love that course. And you're right, it seems that 'cross, no matter how badly we race, it's still a blast. I don't understand it. I was really impressed with Seth. I can usually keep him close for a while, but he was on fire Saturday. Clammy this week, Wheeler, next!

  2. Don't fret buddy. Guess who's tied for first with Ben Brutsch in the Clammy Men's A overall points? I'll give you a hint, it rhymes with Fark Malbrecht.

  3. "sometimes you're the hammer and sometimes you're the nail."