The most magical place on earth

Panorama of the bay when the tide is in. 

Panorama of the bay when the tide is in. 

I believe Walt Disney had it wrong when he called “The Magic Kingdom" the most magical place on earth.  Yes, that castle is quite beautiful, the images, the fireworks behind it at night when Disney puts on their show, the way the castle can look huge on camera, but yet in real person, it’s quite small.  That’s pretty magical.  It’s quite clear that Walt Disney never visited Vancouver Island, or better yet, The Comox Valley.  The main portion of the valley is comprised of Comox, Courtenay (my town), and Cumberland.  Each place holds an extremely special place in my heart.  My families beach house sits across the beach in the city limits of Comox (only on technicality, because the city is only one road, and not the ones above it), I was named after the town of Courtenay, and Cumberland has some of the most fun mountain biking with the most incredible views of the valley below, the Straight of Georgia, and the mountains of the Sunshine Coast. 

If you look closely, you can see a little place called "tree island".  Growing up we LOVED going to tree island.  

If you look closely, you can see a little place called "tree island".  Growing up we LOVED going to tree island.  

Why is this place so magical?  It might have something to do with the fact that I’ve practically grown up here in the summer time, and it might have something to do with how it truly is magical.  Growing up we were so lucky to have a beautiful place to roam, free of danger, and nothing to do but get sand in our pants.  When I’m at the beach I have a beautiful back drop of the mountainous Sunshine Coast.  I can watch the views of the Bald Eagles flying in the wind, perched on top of the trees looking for lunch.  They’re some of the most majestic and beautiful birds I have ever seen.  When I’m sick of swimming in salt water, and I want a little more of a thrill, I can hop in the car and find a swimming hole at one of the local rivers.  Want to swim in some rushing water and a place that will keep you guessing when walking down the river?  No problem.  Want a big rock to jump off of into a calm pool of water?  The valley has that covered too.  Want to float the river for an all day excursion?  Lets make it happen.  Did I mention the mountain biking?  It never gets old.  The first time I rode in Cumberland, it stole my heart for my most favorite place to ride, from the flowy, bridge filled trails, to the most amazing views of the scenes below.  My most favorite thing to do in the summer post a hot sweaty mountain bike ride, is head to the river to wash the sweat off and cool down.  Once you’ve cooled down from the cold river, we head back to the beach, sit in our floaty with our beverage of choice and let the tide bring us back to shore.  It truly doesn’t get any better than that.  Hawaii is paradise, but the Comox Valley is magical. 

Now pair all of this up with the friendly Canadians and you couldn’t ask for a more magical place on earth. 

Which brings me to this.  Chris and I have travelled to Cumberland to do a couple of races.  It started last year when we went up for the 12 hours of Cumberland, support a small local race, race some new trails, challenge ourselves on a team of two, and stay at the beach.  The friendly faces and personalities of the locals brought us back for more this year.  We came up in April for the Cumberland XC race, and boy did they show us what a XC race should be like, nearly 100% single track and nothing but smiles.  We followed up the XC race with the 2015 edition of 12 Hours of Cumberland this past weekend, and boy it did not disappoint! 

Chris and I once again teamed up for the event.  This year they changed the course up a bit, added a single track climb at the beginning before hitting the logging road to the main single track parts of the course.  Once off the logging road we got the chance to flow on some single track, which included lots and lots of pedaling before hitting the fast and rocky Crafty Butcher descent.  From there, we had more climbing before hitting a wide open descent to a very pedally flat’ish trail that requires ALMOST as much focus as Hush Hush on Chuckanut Mountain.  This trail was called “josh’s trail”.  I don’t know who Josh is, but I was cursing him right around lap 8 or 9.  The trail was super tight with trees all around you, and soft dirt because I think it was freshly cut this spring. 

Done and dusted.  That was hard!

Done and dusted.  That was hard!

The entire day went off without a hitch, for the most part.  I did happen to make a wrong turn on my first lap, went down the wrong trail, back up it, and then down it again when someone told me that was right way (it wasn’t).  Chris also did flat 3 times, but that’s not surprising to us at all, now is it?  Chris and I ended up finishing 24 laps, 12 each, with a total of 12,000 feet of climbing between the two of us, and nearly 180 kilometers.  We had time for one more, but neither of us had the energy or the legs to go out for one more lap.  Compared to last year, this course was far more physically demanding than it was last year.  The inclusion of more single track, the single track climb, and that darn Josh, adding his trail in, really increased the amount of physical and mental energy needed to get through a lap. 

Friends near and far, I urge you to take a trip to this magical place on Vancouver Island.  Visit the coastal town of Comox, the city of Courtenay, and the Village of Cumberland.  Bring your mountain bike, your road bike, your paddleboard, your swim suit.  Bring your free spirit, your best friend, you will not be disappointed. 

Dusty and exhausted!  

Dusty and exhausted!  

Winners in the Co-Ed 2 person category.  We love those Beardsley Mugs!!!

Winners in the Co-Ed 2 person category.  We love those Beardsley Mugs!!!

A decade of remembrance

Believe me, I know I've been slacking.  And I have about 4 different blog posts that mention it, and I haven't even finished them, and by now, it's past the point of it being good anymore.  So instead of writing about the sub-par end to my amazing season, let me Q you in on a little bit about me.  

I turned 30 on Monday March 23rd.  In my opinion, that's a milestone birthday.  All through my twenties I still felt like a kid, just an overgrown kid.  Some may argue with me and tell me that 30 is still "just a kid", but I think for the first time in my life I might (sometimes) refer to myself as an adult.  Leading up to 30 I was in a lot of denial, there was NO way I was going to be 30, I haven't done ANYTHING with my life!  I'm not where 10 year-old Courtenay thought she would be at 30, and quite frankly, I'm REALLY happy to not be there.  As I look back at my Twenties, there is absolutely nothing I would take back.  I lived my life to the fullest and I am so incredibly happy to be where I am right now.

My four years of undergrad at WWU were some of my favorite times, where I made some amazing memories and met some amazing people.  In my four years of college, I partied harder than I ever will again in my life (ever, and I wonder how I made it out unscathed), I met my (now) husband, I made some of the most amazing life long friends, experienced Spring Break in Mexico, I started on my future career path at the age of 19, I was introduced to riding bikes, I ran 3 marathons, and more halves than I can remember.  

It wasn't until after my undergrad and into my Masters at WWU that I discovered the world of racing bikes, I realized I was in love with Chris, I grew to love Bellingham more and more, moved in with Chris, and discovered that I would LOVE cyclocross more than I ever thought possible.  

It wasn't until after I graduated with my Masters that I discovered how much I loved racing my bike, and it wasn't until the year Chris and I married that I discovered I could potentially race at the top level.  It wasn't until my last year in my twenties that I found a family in the entire CX racing community across the country, that I felt like I belonged somewhere.  It was in my 20's that I discovered the reality of life, where I learned to deal with living pay check to pay check.  It was in my twenties that I learned about the world of addiction, I learned I can pave my path, but I can't change others.  

I'm so grateful to be where I am today to have learned the lessons I have.  I'm so lucky to live my life, to know the people I do, to have the friends I have.  I've heard from multiple people how their 30's where their best times of their life.  If my 30's are going to be better than my 20's, then holy cow, I can't wait for the next 10 years of my life.  

A look back at my last 10 years:

20: On the morning of my 20th birthday I learned the valuable lesson, that a car is not a house on wheels.  Do not leave any prized possessions in your Honda Civic, it will get broken into, and your belongings will be stollen.  This was just the beginning of my poor little civiy getting broken into.  

21: I spent my 21st birthday visiting my life long friend in California.  I spent my first night as a 21 year old in a bar in LA, and learned to never go to DisneyLand with a hangover while vomiting up stomach acid.  

22: I spent my 22nd birthday experiencing Spring Break in CABO!  Tequila, jello shots, and chips and salsa will always bring back memories.  At 22 is when I first met Chris and graduated from College.

23:  At 23, Chris and I shared our first "I love you's" and I decided it would be best to go back to school and get my Masters.  It didn't take long for me realize I didn't want to be in school anymore, but I suffered my way through, and I'm glad I did.  This year Chris and I also took our first road trip together (and I believe we haven't done one since….) down the coast to Disneyland.  I had a blast, but that's the last time I let Chris "plan" a vacation.

24:  It wasn't I was 24 that I decided it was time to try Cyclocross.  I saved my pennies and bought an entry level bike, big green.  Big green and I fell in love with CX after the first race, and unfortunately it wasn't until the end of the season that I bought big green, so we had a little taste of what CX was about, and we had to wait nearly a year to race again!  

25:  I graduated with my Masters in Human Movement.  Not much else happened here.  Perhaps, this is when I moved in with Chris.

26:  Dec. 19. 2011 Chris asked me to marry him.  Apparently, I said yes.

27:  Chris and I wed, and I raced in my first UCI CX race in Vegas 4 days after our wedding.  With a last row call up, I finished 13th. That was pretty awesome.  At 27, the entire NW CX community got together and helped pitch my way to UCI CX races.  You guys are the best.

28:  At 28, I ho'ed and hummed over the thought of giving bike racing another shot at the top level.  I just wasn't sure.  I'm certainly glad I stuck with it.  :-) 

29:  You better believe that I spent my last day in twenties, on my bike, smiling the whole time, with people who support me and my endeavors.  The last year of 20's, my oh my.  When Chris asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday, all I said was "ride my mountain bike and eat cake on the mountain with my friends".  Yes, this is what I did.  We went for a nice long 5 hour ride through Chuckanut, Blanchard, and Galbraith and I smiled the entire way.  Thank You friends for joining me.  

Here's to the  next ten years of my life.  Thanks for coming along for the ride!

Persistance Pays Off.

I know I've slacked on updating per every race, but that's what happens when you're me!  I'll update you with the other Mid West races I did, but I want to talk Jingle Cross, because well I know you're all dying to hear about it.  

As you learned in my previous post, I've really struggled with what to write.  I like my posts to have a reason to every post, I like there to be something sentimental, funny, something to learn from.  I haven't been able to find that topic to talk about to wrap my races around.  This weekend, I needed it and I wanted it.  More than any racer, any reader, anyone could ever know.  I've worked really hard the past 12 months.  The past 3-4 months have been an emotional roller coaster and I've done a really good job to not show it.  You know what, lets just say the past 4 years have been an emotional roller coaster.  For the past…I don't know, couple years I've wanted to write a blog post about this, but I never have, for fear that it will get read (ironic right)?  But it's at the point, where this is going to get written and the world can read it, and I'm going to try to write it without tears (failed so far).  

I have a brother, and he's a lying, manipulative, drug addict.  My brother and I have always shared a special connection and bond.  He's 7 years older than I am, and growing up he always knew the right words to say to calm me down and lift me up.  I love my bother, he's my big brother and I'm his littler sister.  We used to have a ritual on Thanksgiving that started when I was in high school, every Thanksgiving we would go to see a movie together.  I will always remember this time together.  Even if looking back at it, he was high for a lot of those times.  My brother is in jail now.  His drug of choice is Heroin.  In 2010 he was on his death bed, and my family convinced him to go to treatment and his life was saved.  Words can't describe the horror our family was put through.  I don't ever wish a drug addicted sibling upon anyone.  He's struggled since he got out of treatment, but it wasn't until this summer that he truly relapsed back on the drug.  He relapsed in July, he lied and manipulated us.  At the end of August he called me asking for help, he wouldn't go to treatment because he had "work".  He tried to detox himself and ended up in the hospital for 6 days because his kidneys are at 30% function from his drug use.  Chris and I spent 12 hours moving him out of his apartment in the pouring rain while he sat in the ER, 1 week prior to CrossVegas.  I slept less than 6 hours a night that week, between work, "training", talking to him on the phone trying to calm him down from his panic attacks, and visiting him at the hospital, I had no time to myself.  By Friday that week I was in tears, I was an emotional tired wreck.  I kept telling myself I wouldn't let him bring me down, the racing season was starting and I didn't want him to be the reason I raced poorly.  I keep telling myself I won't let him bring me down.  I won't.  But sometimes no matter how much you tell yourself something, it just doesn't always happen.  My phone is always on silent now, because of him, because I don't want that phone call that causes the deep pit in my stomach, and I've decided if I just ignore my phone I won't get that pit.  

Once I left for Vegas and the season started he convinced me he was doing so well.  When I got back from the east coast, I was ready for a nice mental break from racing and some time at home.  I wasn't home for 24 hours before he called me to tell me he was arrested for a DUI.  He wouldn't stop calling me that week asking for bail, convincing us that he wasn't under any influence.  My parents decided to bail him out after 4 days, then he went and served time in King County for 7 days (had a warrant for previous charges).  He was released the same day I left for St. Louis.  One week later when I was in Cincinnati I received word from his housemate (at a clean and sober house) that he was arrested for a DUI.  He didn't he even make it 1 week.  1 week and he was arrested again.  I haven't spoken to him since, I don't even know when the last time we spoke was.  He didn't call anyone to tell us he was in jail this time, he knows we can't help him.  I love my brother so much, but this has to stop.  I keep telling myself it won't affect me, and when I'm around my CX family, it doesn't.  I know my brother is proud of my racing, I wish I could share this weekend with him, my real brother, not my addict brother.  

This weekend taught me a lot of things.  First off, this weekend showed me that no matter how emotionally draining your life outside of racing is, it doesn't have to rule you.  You can always stand on top of something that is trying to bring you down.  Sometimes after a race when I'm lying in bed thinking at a 1000 thoughts per minute, I think about my brother.  I think about addicts, I think how can I change the world, how can I increase drug awareness to those that think only homeless, family-less people do drugs.  I wonder how can I race in honor of someone who has a big heart, but is so jaded and trapped in a substance filled life.  Michael, I love you, I race hard for myself, but you're always in the back of my mind.  Your positive, manipulating spirit will always be there, wether you're in jail or not, dead or alive.  Thank you for giving me something to think about.  

Not only did I need this weekend to pick me up from my emotional life outside of cycling, I needed this weekend to prove to myself that this is right, this is the right direction for me.  It is.  I know it, and the best part of the weekend wasn't standing on top of the podium on Sunday, the best part was opening up my email this afternoon and reading this:

"Congrats on the great weekend in Iowa City. On Thursday night at the meet the pros night you said you wanted to be one the podium and I guess you succeeded in that goal since you were on each step of the podium!! My 3 girls had such a great time meeting you and talking with you. Thanks for taking the time with them as they were still talking about the lady in pink and blue clothes this morning. You definitely have a new family of fans from the Midwest. Good luck on the rest of your season and we hope to see you again next year at Jingle Cross!"

It's the people you meet and influence along the way.  The fans, your friends, other racers.  If I can put a smile on someones face and make them feel good then I'm happy.  If I can help support other racers just getting into their grooves, that makes me happy, help support them when they're feeling down, and lift them higher when their feeling high.  Or maybe it's just giving the time of day to those most adorable little girls who just want to say hello.  

I'm proud of what I've accomplished and where I have come from.  I'm proud of what I've done, and I'm proud that I never gave up.  I'm thankful for those that pushed me to do this when I wanted to give it all up.  I'm so happy to have such a strong community of crossers at home that believed in me to get me where I am.  Thank You.  I know I have said it a million times, but words can't express my gratitude.  I will keep racing hard for you guys, I think it's the best way I can repay you right now.  

Onto the "report"

Friday's race was a cold one, it had to have been less than 20 degrees.  As we know, I love racing in the dark, and it was a night race that was really well lit.  We had a grueling run up (or ride if you chose to), with a fun decent, and then some frozen grassy turns.  I had a good start, tried to remain calm, and found myself finishing 2nd and riding with Katerina Nash until the last lap when she decided she was done riding with me.  Up until this day, I didn't ever think that was possible for me.  

Saturday morning my body was pretty tired from the Friday race, but who wasn't tired?  Saturday was the C1 and John Meehan wanted us to know it was the C1.  So he decided we needed to go up Mt. Krumpit 2x.  Up the run up from Friday night, down the same downhill, and then up the backside to the top top and down the face of Mt. Krumpit.  No matter how hard this course was, I think it was my favorite configuration of all the times I have done Jingle Cross.  The decent down Mt. Krumpit was really awesome, the best one, I loved it every lap, and I can't lie when I say I was happy woe nay did 4 laps that day.  I was holding strong in 2nd, until the last time up the climb and was caught at the top of the decent and finished 3rd.  I seem to be really good at finishing 3rd in the C1's.  Just when we finished racing the snow started falling.

3rd step

Sunday I woke up (really late, as in an hour before we needed to leave the house) to a couple of inches of snow on the ground and knew the day would be epic and all about staying upright.  Sunday felt the coldest of all the days, I think it was because of the wet snow.  When I first rode the course it was pretty dicey in sections, and I was riding it pretty cautiously.  An hour later I rode it again and realized it was thawing out a little bit as it was getting ridden on more.  Being the third day I wasn't very motivated to warm up, actually I rode the course for 2 laps and then spun on the trainer for 5 minutes, after all it was the third day of racing!  I knew at the start I wanted a solid start with most of the start stretch being covered in snow.  Turns out I had a pretty good start and took the hole shot, and then Meredith Miller quickly came around me.  I held my cool when I went into the logs about 4-5 people back.  After all I just wanted to stay upright.  When we hit the base of the climb I was about 3rd (i can't remember perhaps it was fourth).  Katerina and Magahlie took off and I did everything I could to try to catch up to them.  Going into the next couple of laps Katerina continued to make a gap over the field and I progressively was catching up to Maghalie and trying to hold off the chasers behind me, all while trying to convince my shoes to clip into my pedals.  On the third lap I caught Maghalie at the base of climb, she was really struggling to get her feet clipped in.  Now I was in the chase, actually honestly when you're racing against someone like Katerina Nash, I kind of get it in my head that I'm just trying to hold onto my 2nd position, so thats what I did, after all she had over a 30 second gap.  I raced to hold my position, until the final time up the climb on the last lap, when the crowds went CRAZY.  I mean CRAZY.  I can thank the crowds for my blazing last lap.  At the base of the climb all of the sudden I hear:

"You're closing the gap"

"she's off her bike, she's running, you can catch her"

I look up and see she is literally running her bike up the hill because she couldn't get clipped in, I then dug that much harder.  I look up again and she's now riding her bike, so I figured she must had gotten clipped in.  When I reached the top of the climb she was already on the downhill, being a World Class mountain biker I thought there would be no way to catch her now, she would rally the decent, so I did my best to "rally" as much as I could.  I got the last section of the decent and saw her seconds away from me, and realized at that moment if I caught her on the downhill there was no way she was in her pedals, so I put in a dig, and caught her at the top of the little rise.  I had a moment of disbelief and realized at that moment I didn't know what to do.  Do I stay with her?  Do I go?  Then I came to and realized I needed to go.  So I put in a really hard dig, really really really hard.  I went hard, well Courtenay hard.  When I passed the pits everyone in the pits started screaming "she's pitting, GOOOO".  The spectators where going even more crazy at this point.  I put my head down and did everything I possibly could to go fast, but keep it smooth to stay upright.  One mistake and it was my race to lose.  The last twisty section on the far end of the course was not my forte, so I knew I needed to be smooth, but yet quick through those.  Katerina was closing in really quickly, I just had to get through them cleanly and to the straight away and knew I could have it from there (hopefully).  I pedaled so hard to the end, and since I don't ride my bike well with no handlebars, and I was 100% gassed I had a 1 handed salute and huge smile.  I can't believe that just happened.  I'm still trying to fathom what happened, and that it happened.  

The race taught me, never give up in a race because you never know what might happen in front of you.  Push through, always work hard, and keep moving forward.  Thank you Katerina for racing bikes with me this weekend.  To have the chance to race against such an accomplished rider is truly a privilege!  


East Coast Post #3, the Grand Finale

Lets say this.  I've had a half blog post written.  I've been racing so much this year I'm bored of writing race updates.  I don't know if it's the weekly update I send to my sponsors, but readers, you can't possibly want to read a boring race report every race, do you?  And not to mention I'm SO behind, that I might as well tell you this:

I finished up my East Coast trip in Rochester, NY.  I had the chance to ride around along the Erie Canal, a small piece of US history.  Aside from racing, that might have been the highlight of the weekend!  Everything seems to have come together this particular weekend.  I'm sure lots of you watched the races online, or watched the highlights.  On day #1 I started out hot, tried to stay consistent and hold the pace at the front, fell back and finished 3rd.  It was my best finish yet for a C1 event and I couldn't have been happier with it!  It helped give me the confidence I needed to believe that I can ride in the front of the race.  Sunday my legs told me I put in a really hard effort on day #1 and I was able to hold on to a 4th place finish.  

Instead of boring you with the play by play and recap from this particular weekend, how about we finish with some photos.  

There always has to be a photo with the Rock Lobster

cute "village" I stayed in

The most awesome rental car ever!

So much stoke on this podium!  First C1 podium!  Photo Credit: Dave McElwaine


East Coast Post 2.5

Harpoon Brewery, so many options, even Cider for this Gluten Free girl.

After Providence it was off to do a little exploring in Boston.  I learned a few things for the three days I spent there.  Monday I spent half the day sleeping, then cruising around the suburbs for a recovery spin, hung out with  my Cousin’s (by marriage) 3 year old daughter, and slept hard that night.  Tuesday I had this grand plan for a bike ride, after my bike was fixed (remember I had to pit to my "b" bike on the 2nd day of Providence).  I was recommended to head to the Ride Studio Café in Lexington, MA to get my bike taken care of by Mike Berlinger.  Brendan, aka cousin, drove me from Melrose to Lexington and my plan was to go for a ride and do some intervals out there and then ride back to the house. 

First things first, if you are ever in the Boston area, and you love bikes and are addicted to coffee, you HAVE to go to the Ride Studio Café.  This place is the coolest bike shop/café combo I have ever seen (and the first)!  Bellingham needs one, really bad.  Mike took amazing care of my bike and got her back into working order and he even planned a route for me!  He mapped out the route, and we sent it to my really smart Garmin 500 (hint of sarcasm).  I turned on my courses function and went about on my ride.  It was working great, I ended up on a road and the map function told me I wouldn’t turn for another 15 miles, awesome!  About 3 minutes after seeing that I encountered a stop sign, and could only turn left or right.  This is when everything went seriously wrong, I mean seriously wrong, and all of the sudden I was off course, no matter what direction I rode.  

Keytar Bear is his name…so I hear.  A Boston Staple.

Sometimes I like to pretend I know where I'm going, most of the time I have no idea.  I rode and I rode, thinking I was going somewhere and I would find a beautiful marvelous road to do my intervals on.  Then I ended up in some small like town that looked like an easy place to get lost in.  That's when I decided I should call Mike.  He gave me a great road to do some intervals on, it went by the Hanscom airport.  I went back and forth, back and forth, and then it was time to go home.  I was pretty convinced I followed his instructions very well, and I come upon a road that looked quite busy, and wasn't very bicycle friendly, so I went straight across it, and into a line up of cars stopping at some guard shack.  I decided since I wasn't a car, I didn't need stop, and I just cruised on by.  Then I heard a "MAM, MAM, MAAAAAAM, STOP!!!".  First off, I'm not a mam, but I did stop.  Then this man in a full on Military outfit came running at me.  He asked me for some ID and my first response was "well, thank goodness I brought that with me today", because sometimes I forget things like that.  So I dig into my back pocket, pull out my plastic baggie and hand him my WA state drivers license.  He looks at it with a confused look, then says to me "do you have a military badge" and now we trade looks and mine becomes extremely confused and I respond with "a what"?  He quickly responds as he points to his lovely outfit "This is a military base, you need a military badge to enter, you are not welcome here".  I reply "Well, clearly I'm not from here and I'm very confused".  He then asks me where I'm trying to go and he points me in the right direction, yes he tells me I need to go ride on that really busy looking road.  I told him it didn't look very bike friendly and that couldn't possibly be where I needed to go.  He firmly told me it was, he was correct.  I eventually made it back to the shop safe and sound, after having some words with a women on the side walk who told me I was going to get a ticket for riding my bike on the side walk.  

The next part of the journey was getting from Lexington to Melrose, and a journey it was.  I only made a few wrong/missed turns, but eventually (1 hour to be exact) I made it back to the house.  That adventure was really very exhausting.  I decided my next days ride was going to be in circles around the house.  And that's just what I did.

Wednesday was my all time favorite day.  I took the subway into Boston and spent the day cruising the streets of Boston by foot and bike.  We stopped by the Harpoon Brewery, took the subway to the college district (okay I know it has a better name, but I was surrounded by college kids), saw the water, drank terrible Starbucks coffee and smiled the entire day.  

History, or something

Need a good giggle?  Bike Share in Boston, SO MUCH FUN!  As you can see by my face.

Thursday I made the trek to Rochester, NY for the final weekend of racing on the East Coast!

East Coast Post #2 - Providence

Well, it appears I’ve done a fantastically wonderful job at neglecting to entertain and update my blog readers, although if you follow me on social media, or follow race results, you know what I’ve been up to.

Lets talk the second third of my east coast trip.  Providence.  I don’t know if you remember or not (well you probably don’t), but if you look for my blog post from this race last year you will read all about how homesick I felt.  This year was no different.  Usually around the 10 (+ or –) days of being gone I start to miss home.  Saturday morning of Providence I felt…anxiety, homesick anxiety.  The weather forecast called for rain, and the first rainy/slippery race of the year is always a tough one, you never know where your skills are going to be.  Also, not to mention I read all over Facebook about how “dangerous” the course flyovers where.  I was nervous, I was homesick, and I wasn’t motivated to race.  I arrived at the course at my usual time, pre-rode, and it turns out the course was rockingly awesome!  Yes, the first flyover was a little on the steep side, and if you didn’t have a good start you would be doomed, because a pile up was bound to happen!  I did my usual warm up on the trainer, and about 45 minutes before the start of our race, it started raining.  When the rain fell, and fell, and fell there was something soothing about it, my anxiety calmed, my homesick worries went away. 

With such a stacked field, I didn’t get a first row call up.  I scanned the front row and knew I wanted to line up behind Gabby Durrin, she’s been having the best starts, so I knew she would be a good wheel.  As soon as the gun went off, I was happy to be behind Gabby, because as I anticipated she had a great start, and went into the first corner in second with me in tow.  We hit the first flyover with just a couple people around us, and made it out cleanly, while a pile up happened behind us.  We got a little gap, and was joined later by Katie Compton and Helen Wyman.  Katie did her usual thing and powered by us, and then Rachel Lloyd joined up, and Gabby fell behind.  I found myself slipping and sliding through the corners on the wheels of accomplished racers, Helen Wyman and Rachel Lloyd.  I was ecstatic with how I was racing, actually words can’t express the joy (and sufferieng) I was going through while racing.  Eventually the hill on the backside showed my weakness and Helen and Rachel where able to gap me every lap on that hill, I would make up a little time on the rest of the course, but come the last lap, I just couldn’t power up that hill like they could.  I finished in 4th place, and I couldn’t be happier!  I finished the race smiling and felt like I accomplished what I had come to do.  That night I joined the WD40 crew for a fabulous dinner.  Thanks guys!

Saturday left me with a sense of relaxation for the race on Sunday and I went in with absolutely no nerves and no anxiety.  I did what I needed to do and on Sunday I could race worry free. 

Sunday was the opposite of Saturday.  There was not a cloud in the sky, the sun was shining bright, and the course was dry, hard, and fast as ever.  I knew today would be harder in terms of pedaling compared to Saturday’s race.  I knew I needed to have a good start as well.  My start was so so, nothing amazing, but not horrible.  After about the third turn and into the off camber section I was probably back somewhere in the 10-15 places, and I pedaled my booty off on the off camber section to get by racers to get to the front of the race.  This is when I realized my bike wasn’t functioning correctly.  My shifting was ALL OVER THE PLACE.  Actually, it wouldn’t shift.  Since it was the beginning of the race and there were so many racers clumped together, I didn’t want to pit and get stuck behind riders I didn’t want to be behind.   I once again found myself riding for the third podium spot with a couple of other riders.  After two laps of clanking and jenky shifting, I decided it was time to pit since there was enough of a gap in the group.  I got onto my “B” bike and it was back to smooth shifting, but I had to work hard to chase the two riders I lost when I pitted.  It was fun (but hard) racing on Sunday.  I had to use some tactics and some thinking while racing, which is always fun, but, not my favorite part of racing.  I was outsmarted, out rode, and out powered and rolled in for 5th place. 

I’m SO excited to finish in the top 5 for 2 races.  I finally feel like my legs are under me and have the confidence that I CAN race, and not just follow wheels and hang on for dear life. 

Post Providence was somewhat of a show.  I wasn’t sure when I was going to Rochester or HOW I was getting to Rochester, but I knew I would be better off having only one bike with me for the week.  After finishing up my race on Sunday I worked to get my bike and wheels to different people who where headed to Rochester, it was exhausting.  The week between Providence and Rochester deserves its own blog post, I can’t possibly bore you with a 20minute post!  Stay tuned!

Thank You WD40 for all of your help over the weekend!  It wouldn't have run as smoothly without you there!