its a total buzz kill to be all excited about a race,
and travel sort of far for said race
and pull into town the night before and hear all the tornado sirens going off.
and to hear the rain and watch freakishly scary lightning light up the sky all night
and to wake up race morning to more
rain and cold and lightning.
but still. we were there to race.
we travelled far. we bought the gas.
we were ready.
we even got special permisson from race director to park the team bus (a.k.a marathon mobile)in the high school parking lot (a.k.a the race start/finish)
we fueled, we hydrated
we skipped wine at the big dinner the night before.
and sure, when we woke up this morning it may have been daunting to see the lightning flash and the rain pour down from our relatively dry spot under the airstream awning while we warmed up on the trainers. but the numbers were pinned on our jerseys. we're racing, right? ok it was slightly nerve wracking to think of racing in that weather, but my race didn't start until later in the morning, i thought at least i might be in the clear. my husband and other teammate who was bunking with us weren't going to be so lucky. i just kept thinking about a running race. i mean, if it rains on marathon morning, the show must go on, yes? you just do what you came there to do. while we may not have really wanted to ride in the deplorable conditions, we were forging ahead. it was race day after all.
then we heard the start was delayed 15 minutes.
then it was delayed 30 minutes.
$150 worth of gas
$60 worth of race fees
$50 worth of dinner later
kits off, crank the tunes, make a new pot of coffee, bitch & moan for a bit - okay, longer than a bit - get the bikes back on the rack & head home.
disappointed, mad and with a whole lot of unused race energy.
on the drive home, we call all the other team members who were going to race and plan to get together and have a good hard, our-race-totally-got-cancelled-ride when everyone gets back into town.
but the long hot ride home zapped some of our energy.
fourteen measly miles into the ride, i was nano-seconds away from throwing up,
and i could feel the vice-grip of a headache start to take hold.
i had already been depleted my water bottles.
the damn weather was still totally killing my buzz -
it wasn't lightning and rain this time, but
it just took whatever was left of my istillsototallywanttogetahardrideintoday buzz,
and squashed it into the ground.
and then i think it spit on it.
or maybe i threw up.
i'm not ready for this heat.
and being at a race, ready & raring to go -
and it gets cancelled?
total buzz kill.