The race started with a longish paved uphill ride, long enough to get people strung out pretty well, without bunching when we reached the single track. I finally made it to the single
track section only to find
it's the same trail I've ridden dozens of times. The only problem is I've always ridden it in the other direction, as a downhill. After riding for what seemed like hours uphill I began to wonder why this category of race is called cross country, that would imply some sort of up and down riding across varied terrain. The only downhill I encountered for the first 40 minutes of the race was a periodic 3 second downhill stretch that wasn't even long enough to drop my hear rate one beat. After the initial couple of miles I gained a couple of spots, but lost a few when my rear tire spun out on a steep section. It was too steep to try to start from so I had to push to the top of that climb and hop back on.After the final hill it was time to start that blessed downhill. I found that I had now sapped all of my
energy and was not able to hold a line very well through the sweeping corners. I was forced to use my breaks much more than I would have liked. After a bit of downhill the course cut over for one last bit of climbing through some trees. I had a bit of speed coming into one corner cut that was cut in close to the trees. I was really leaning into the corner to maximize the momentum I had before the trail cut uphill when my left shoulder slammed into a tree and I was brought to a sudden and painful halt. A quick check revealed a small cut on my arm and a still functioning shoulder so I got back on the pedals and pushed up the hill. I managed to get some strength back for the last fun downhill stretch. Jen and the kids were cheering for me as I flew past the lift area where the spectators were hanging out on the grass. I have no idea where I placed and I really don't care. As hard as that race was I think I'll go for it again next week in Midway.