Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I had a dream....
And happened it did. It was the single most amazing event I have ever completed. The enormity was hard to not get lost in. I listened to those I trusted that I would be humbled and that everything done to prepare may not be enough, but I can only truly know what they meant now that it is over. The experience as a whole has changed me as a mountain bike racer.
As I told my cupcake friends, I have a whole new appreciation for the phrase "Harden the "f" up!"
To race with the best of the world was humbling yet inspiring. Each day was a physical as well as mental challenge. Selene and I raced well together and we met each day with all we had to give. Selene
outlines our lessons learned in her blog. Check it out.
Since my dear friend and partner is also a professional writer, I can't help but borrow some of her words. This is the best description of what each day had in store for us....
"Though there are some fast roads and a few breathtakingly speedy descents, much of it is Bataan Death March slow. Imagine an army of ants with watermelons on their backs painstakingly weaving their way over jagged cloud-kissing mountain ranges as far as the eye can see and you get a pretty good feel for a few hours of the day."
The other hours were spent twisting thru fun single tracks, winding our way between orchards of apples and grapes, running ridges heavily scented of curry and spice, rolling on village roads lined with children cheering us on, and being amusement for spectators at wineries.
It was great fun. Now I am back in the grind and working on recovery. Coach Chris has me resting and riding easy for a couple of weeks. It should help let all the efforts and training sink in and allow for a great fitness boost to begin the NUE season.
The song Firework by Katy Perry was played each morning while we were waiting for the gun. I can't help but feel like that firework. It has ignited and it is brighter than the moon.