First proper cyclocross race* of the season was predictably hard, legs and lungs, ignoring the commands from my brain to propel me faster over the mostly flat, dry(!) Euro style course in Huddersfield part of Rapha’s Supercross series.
*actually maybe the 3 Peaks is a proper cx race & everything else a cheap imitation.
Lined up on startline. Focus on getting to that first corner, maybe you still have some of that half decent fitness earnt from those xc races over the summer. Pah, who needs turbos. I’m going to smash this.
Riders ready…. GO!
Oh, half the field leave me for dead.
I reach the first corner midpack, then push hard to pass a few riders, go into the red and start going backwards all on lap 1. It took a further three laps of hanging on until I’d recovered enough to move up a few places. Then start to feel, almost good but too late as the race is already on the bell lap.
Race over. Rubbish result, finishing in the bottom half of the field. But the love/hate relationship from last year has been rekindled and I’ll be better next Sunday.
Now where’s me turbo.