things were starting to get out of hand. in my head. i was dreaming every night about crits and turning. in one dream, i was going through a turn over & over again. and each time the dream loop started again i heard herb brooks of usa hockey dream team fame & the movie that went along with it shouting again! again! again! i was really missing the random dreams of marathon training - at least i got to eat frosting with p. diddy and play soccer with my new best friend david beckham. herb brooks was no fun.
i was watching the registration numbers for tomorrows' race slowly go up and up and up. this was quickly becoming the biggest field i will have raced in to date. right now it stands at 21 racers, by start time tomorrow we could be up to
the potential for some serious carnage 40. i was getting all jacked up. my husband, a.k.a. the voice of reason; reminded me that this was supposed to be fun. he reminded me that i am a novice racer - every race is just training and experience. i just hope it doesn't train me to stop signing up for crits and i hope the experience isn't one of road rash.
after i got thwapped upside the head with the "this is supposed to be fun" reminder, i went out and pre-rode the course and went out again today to do it again with teammates. the crazy herb brooks' dreams have ceased, and while i don't know if my stuart smalley cornering affirmations have totally sunk in (as much as i want it to be, i don't think its going to be an overnight cornering transformation kind of thing); i am going into the race realizing that my husband, dammit, is right. i am going to have fun. i am not going to worry about final outcome, although pleaseifthereisagodinheavenpleasedontletmebedeadlastagain - i am just going to go with it. be in the racy criterium moment.
just going with it doesn't mean that i don't have a plan though. every race has a plan. in cycling, you have a team with whom to plan and work with. and the lovely girls of team louisville have a plan. and then, like all good plans, should our good plan fall to shit and it very well may
the moment i eat gravel; we (i) have some backups - i am sure that my lovely teammates have their own backups as well, but here are mine:
- plan a: i hang up front with the cool girls long enough to help a teammate podium.
- plan b: i hang up front with the cool girls long enough that i am mistaken for one of them.
- plan survival mode: i take a swig of bourbon before the race and hope for the best.