Me, Audrey, Beth, and Kate after the race |
The women's pro/1/2 race at Tour of the Battenkill was all about new vocabulary. "Breakaway," and "attrition" are terms that, for better or for worse, don't always come into play in women's races. "Dirt" is also rare for us roadies, so rare in fact that I started counting down the days til I get a mountain bike...
Anyway, back to the attrition-fest, I mean race: after Jeff Cup's epic chain-dropping fail, I was careful to adjust my shifting when putting on the race wheels. The first 10 miles were super-smooth: the pavement, the peloton, even my shifting. It was pandemonium in my head though; the tightness of the pack and the occasional elbow were enough to keep me cowering at the back. There was an attack on the first climb, and I panicked and stomped on the pedals while shifting. Crap. The chain came all the way off, but this time the race support moto came to help. They fixed it and gave me a push as I started up the climb alone. I picked up some dropped riders along the way, and 6 miles later we caught the main pack. I sat in for a few miles and tried to catch my breath.
Photo by Barry Koblenz/BaseTwelvePhoto |
Important Battenkizzle take-away:
- I'm excited to be on this team, and finally excited about racing too.
- I need to get my bike fixed.
- Apparently, I like dirt. A lot.
- When can we do this again?!
I later washed my face in a gas station bathroom... |
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