So this is supposed to be my A race weekend, the state championships. Somehow, I'm coming in with worse form than I've had all year. One of my teammates and I went for a ride in the breezy conditions yesterday and I didn't feel that great. We had a terribly slow average speed, and just couldn't get into a groove. Those crosswinds kept you from getting in a rhythm because you had to work to not swerve and stay upright. Good thing I wasn't riding with deep section rims.
So anyway, about this race thing. Saturday is the Missouri Championships, and they are at E.H. Young Park besides Argosy Casino. I really liked that venue at Boss Cross #2, so I at least feel good about that. Sunday is in Topeka, at Hummer Sports Park. I haven't been to Topeka in a 100 years, so I have no idea about that place. I do wonder what the old legs (exactly how they feel these days) will do after back to back days of racing. If I were riding as much as I intended to be, it shouldn't be that big of a deal. But I haven't. So I will be suffering hard on Sunday. Or maybe not. Racing is funny that way.
You can pre-ride like Sven Nys, feel great and zippy, and then blow halfway into your first lap, with your tongue tickling your spokes. Other times you feel lethargic, generally crappy and once the start whistle blows, you put the watts down like your life depended on it.
Racing allows you a real-life representation of what you are doing the other 167 hours in a week.
If that isn't humiliating, I don't know what is.
At least I had Whole Foods for lunch.