Here we are, boys and girls- It’s already mid August, and the road season is almost over. This year’s season ran a bit long in the tooth and by July I felt about as burnt out as astoner at Burning Man… I guess going full-bore starting with training camp in Feb until now takes its toll (and i don’t think I’m the only one…) The ennui of late summer bike racing was all around, but now three things have happened that have set the fire in my loins once again:
1) Cyclocross season’s around the corner!!!! If I have any hope of finishing in the middle of the pack as a newly minted cat 3 in CX, I better start training more…
2) The team has been absolutely kicking ASS lately. 2 wins in the park by Zak, Alvin winning Tokeneke (and finally getting his cat 3 upgrade), and the little stunt Zak and I pulled at Lou Maltese (more on that below)
3) For some god-forsaken reason, I’m pre-reg’ed to do the Green Mountain Stage race. After last year’s spectacle* you think i would have learned my lesson, but no.
Tim’s surgical precision in the leadout is remarkable- he’s steady, finds great lines, and guides you to victory with perfect timing. I stuck onto Tim’s wheel like Britney Spears at an all-you-can-eat-buffet. Zak was on my wheel, waiting to do his thing. I had been anticipating giant leadout trains from Setanta and NYVelocity, but nothing came around. I kept an eye on "Union" SteveMarmo, who I had been talking sh!t to all week. I was praying he wouldn’t whip out a tire iron and take a swipe at me mid sprint (kidding!)- he’s been racing strong and i made sure i knew where he was. With 1 or 2 K to go,Beckerman goes off on a flyer. The field freaks out, knowing he’s a TT monster, and the whole pack sped up and got strung out trying to chase him. I think this was extremely beneficial to our finish, as we had a great position when it got strung out. As we got to the boathouse, Tim was chugging along. The Sprinter on Organic tried to go early and we followed. Tim rammed us about 1/3rd of the way up Cats paw and then Zak and I went. Zak came around me and I started to sprint. Our timing was perfect and no one was getting around us. It’s a great feeling when you know you’re golden before you cross the line- it’s almost surreal; it goes in slow motion. I vaguely remember hearing Steve curse my name.
The minute we crossed the line 1-and-2, we did a GuidoFistpump and screamed in victory. We showed up to the Cat 4 World series and dominated on our home turf. Everyone played their part- we won because everyone raced well and for the team. Reggie, Chad, Tim, Zak- I’m so glad that we get to race together!
My "oh" face even made an appearance:
This month has by far been the best month for the team so far. We’re finally coming into our own, and done with the growing pains of a new team. Everyone’s racing their strengths, and we’re taking advantage of those strengths with our solid, selfless teamwork. I’m so proud of our guys!
This latest result puts me within earshot of a cat 3 upgrade. No, really- stop laughing. that wasn’t supposed to be a joke!
Note- due to the lack of an actual "podium" for the podium shot, it looks like I came in 3rd if you go by height order. next time I’ll wear risers in my Sidis.
*Last year’s GMSR incident involved a hilarious road race stage, where i took a wrong turn, did 15 extra miles, bonked, got severe GI distress and had to poop my brains out at a pizzeria at 11:30 AM right before hitting the final climb. I proceeded to get passed by Evie Stevens, who had probably started about 1 hr after me.