Yesterday started with a bit of skills work and a couple of practice starts. With the first race closing in fast, every bobble and hesitation brought with it a tinge of panic. Are the skills there? Am I ready to hit the barriers at speed in the middle of dozens of other oxygen deprived maniacs?
The morning is starting with some espresso and a look at the paper before I get ready to head down to Colorado Springs. Haven't ever raced down south before, so not sure on the course, but I'll probably go with my Zipp 404's with Challenge Grifo tubular 34's. They seem to be
It's funny how Cyclocross started as a completely fun endeavour. Triathlon was the focus of my athletic effort, cross only a way to get some fitness through the Fall. Results did not matter. How things change...
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