"Risk = Reward" is one of several assumptions this racing season has called into question. My fixation on risk-taking started from the admiration of my teammates' abilities bury themselves in a race, often achieving the team's goal in the process, and even in cases of failure, making the race exciting and getting a great workout. Our friend Jess describes this as "going until you can't breathe anymore." It was time for me to stop sitting in the pack and learn how to take a risk.
1. Risk = Reward. The first attempt was Tour de Toona Stage 2. By the time we finished the mountain climb, I had finally gone to the "can't breathe" place. The result was a great stage finish and GC standing.
2. Risk = Loss, Pain, And Your Mom Having To See You Unconscious. Here's the result of deciding to finish Toona Stage 3 in spite of a suspicious tire:
3. Risk = Booze? After my recovery, CAWES raced Liberty Crit, and I buried myself off the front for 5 laps before being caught. The goal was to wear the pack out for our sprinter, or to stay away til the finish. I obviously failed on the latter, and I don't think anyone was worn out except me. Becky and the team had a great sprint anyway, and I got nine zillionth place and a zinfandel prime.
(Sarah, Ky, & Becky executing the perfect leadout train at Liberty)
(We consumed the booze prime later at Rob's pool)
4. Risk = More Time Off The Bike. Finally cleared to ride again, I went out for a morning workout and was hit by a car (thanks to Lance for stopping and helping!). Another helmet broken and another bonk to the gourd, but I did earn the nickname "Dome Destroyer" or "Double D" from the team. Alarmingly, that puts me just one D short of being this guy.
So, if cycling is a risk, the only wisdom I can glean from this racing season is Risk =