Today was the first mtb race of the season. I really didn’t want to take it seriously, but let’s admit it – as soon as the word “GO!” I wasn’t necessarily fooling around.
To say I was a little nervous prior to the race would be an understatement. You’d think I’d be over it by now; from stepping into the ring with an opponent 20 lbs heavier to staring down an ironman course… I’ve gone through the gauntlet.
But there I was, all nerves and assuming that everyone in fancier kits and on nicer bikes were faster and more skilled than me on the mountain bike. Yeah, that was my first mistake.
I got behind some doozies on the single track, where there’s no place to pass. So I was nice & held my tongue – and it probably cost me.
But what I was most happiest about was that I didn’t freak out on any part of the course. I rode it all! There was no downhill that I couldn’t do or any uphill that made me walk. It was really a nice ego boost.
End results? 3rd place. 😀 I was happily surprised… and just enough to wet my palate for more (and to train harder).