@clockworkted could give a clinic on how to take a handup.
Ice Weasels Cometh - 12/8/2012
Beer hand ups. It’s what makes cross, cross.
DCCX
Photo credit: Chris Huller/Artboredom/Cycleboredom
Truth.
Source: Flickr / artboredom
And we’re here. We made it. The next two days I’ll be eating PB&J sandwiches, sleeping in my truck, riding the shit out of my new Budd Bike and getting my ass handed to me in my first 1/2/3 race.
The thing is: I’m so excited! I’ve made a point to keep myself healthy and out of harm’s way while training/riding so that I could be ready to start the hard season of cyclocross in tip-top shape. My legs feel ready, my heart feels ready, and this weekend I’ll see where the rest of me lines up. I’m not looking at these races as the races for me or anything, I just need to see where I am with a larger-than-twenty group of people. That’s not to say these races don’t mean anything to me…but finishing 10th in a 1/2/3 field at Monson/Blunt means less to the New England area than a 15th in a 1/2/3 race at say…Quad. And that comes from the area’s strange hatred of “Pre-September CX” that some people find the need to hate on. Regardless…racing is fun and there will be races made this weekend.
What I’m looking forward to the most is the total suffering. The feeling of absolute crap again. The feeling you cannot replicate sitting on the trainer, doing a training race, or doing laps upon laps alone in the park. Only under race conditions, can I get the snot, the feeling of puke, the burning in my legs, and the random thoughts that come to my head for a split second.
My words can’t even explain how excited I am. The best way to explain how I’m feeling was best said by Adam Myerson; “Its just stupid bike racing, but it means everything.”
“it’s Belgian and it’s dirty.” via / http://bianchista.blogspot.com/