Smokin Spoke

Another best finish. Obviously I am improving in my technical abilities. Had but one small spill when I lost my line among some other riders and was taken down by a rock. Continuous bumps and climbs challenged everyone's endurance. Whatever was pushing my legs told them to bypass the thinking part of my brain and go directly to the fingers. Click click click on the derailleurs for more speed while my brain said "I'm just here to enjoy the scenery."

Took a new name and let one go. I suspected I could outlast a few racers and as I neared the end got one in my sights. Just passed him when my chain dropped and fought hard to retake him to find one more target before me. Around the last turn a series of speed bumps kept me from accelerating. Hit the last smooth stretch and flew. Maybe if I was more aggressive on the shifters? Missed by 2 seconds.

Everyone commented on how tired I looked. The race was hard and hadn't slept much the last two nights. Had a horrid smokers room at the motel. How appropriate for the Smokin Spoke while Greece burned as we raced. When I close my eyes I see images of those steep climbs and my legs twitch. The one with the big root two-thirds of the way up I cleared both times without a second thought.

Had my tires at 48 psi for my 240 lbs. Actually losing weight again. At least that is what the scale at the gym says. Can't beat the cool weather. First time I had trouble with being able to see the trail. The contrast between mottled sunlight and shadow made me realize why some wear tinted racing glasses.