True. My triathlon skills are sub-par at the moment. I expect this to change at some point. In the meantime, I’m getting out of my comfort zone.
- Criterium racing
Although I love racing bikes, I’ve been off that circuit lately. Even so, I rarely race a crit (those are the races that go around and around a short course for a predetermined time). Fear issues plague me in a crit. In the past, I’ve raced 5 crits – usually part of a stage race that I have to finish. The whole time I hear Jen McRae’s voice, “Get in there, Juli…. Get your wheel in there… You are wasting too much energy…” My heart rate maxes out from sheer anxiety. Criterium racing requires the absence of thought process, as that would take way too long. It’s all about reacting quickly to a situation.
So, I’ve been racing our local crit, The Driveway Series. Turns out, I’m getting a little more comfortable. We race with the cat 3-4 guys, so the field is a decent size.
Autumn also jumped in the last few weeks in the junior/women 3-4 race – she’s racing as a junior (10-18 years old). Since the women and junior fields are light, we have quite a collection of pint glasses (Really, for juniors and women? But may I regress and point out that our pint glasses, clif bars, and Climb On sunscreen rock as far as bike race prizes.)
I set my alarm for 11pm while on vacation near LA to drive to a rave in a warehouse-looking place to see my brother’s band perform. Suffice it to say that I was the only one dressed in yoga pants, tank top, flip flops, and surfer hoodie… but my strength was a bonus as mash-pit-guys attempted to block my front-stage view. Point of reflection: I had many late-night-flashbacks that were enjoyable, and I made it back to our hotel room before Autumn and Michael left for the airport. Sorry, no photos.
I’ve never been a great runner, but I’ve never been so sluggish as I have been in my post-bionic–ankle state. Chann and I discussed training for the marathon, but I don’t need to run farther at the slug-pace. So, I am training for the mile. I intend to PR the mile at the end of the year. Let’s just say that Andrew could run my PR pace while pulling a wagon after 56 miles on a bike… and I’m okay with that.