Friday night involved getting a late start on the road due to a small work emergency. This is never good cuz if we don't head up north after 4pm it's 100% guaranteed that two things will take place. 1) Tom will complain about how horrible the traffic is and then 2) April will get annoyed that Tom is complaining about how horrible the traffic is and complain about Tom's complaining about how horrible the traffic is. So in usual style this took place for about the first 45 minutes of our drive. The rest of the trip was smooth sailing and we rolled into Hayward just in time to pick up our packets! Whenever my race number has 5's in it I get warm fuzzys.
We had a 10:30 race start and this time is definitely my favorite. We slept in a tad, downed some French toast at the Norske Nook and headed up to Cable for the start. I just love the energy that is undeniable on race morning. I enjoyed saying hello to friends we hadn't seen in awhile and was happy to warm up on snappy legs. I had a small debate about wearing my Hydrapak and in the end decided to go without it since it was hot and I'd have Tom at the aid stations to give me hand ups.
The start was neutral so I was easily able to work myself up to exactly where I wanted to be. The first 3 miles or so of the race are on gravel roads and then it's pretty much 99% singletrack so I knew it was huge to be able to enter the singletrack with the lead group of women. I even had prepared myself mentally to suffer and bury myself the first 3 miles, however when that moment came somehow the "oh sh*t this is really hard" devil voice won. I fell off the lead group, but managed to fight off the pain enough to enter the trail in 4th position in the midst of a bunch of dudes.
The CAMBA trails were so amazing and I rode more berms in this race than I'm pretty sure I've ridden in my entire life thus far. For the record, I suck at berms....but it was fun trying to pretend I was smooth riding them! Next year I own those berms. At one point I accidentally followed the guy in front of me onto the 200 foot log short cut that I had planned to skip. I seriously almost shat my pants. I remember saying "what!! this wasn't supposed to happen?" I was pretty much in shock the entire time and then afterwards I was in awe over the fact that I ACTUALLY RODE IT! It was easily one of the most beautiful moments I've ever had on a mountain bike.
|Photo Credit: Tom Held|
|Winner: Worst Finish Face Ever|
The weekend was so good that Tom and I couldnt' stop! Actually the truth is that my coach scheduled a recovery ride (blah!) and so I drug Tom out to Birchwood Café. I so love riding my fat bike on chill rides! Pow Pow Powerwheels!