It's tough to say what goes through my mind during a race. The pain hurts. Of course. But other than that, I think it's the realization that my training is pretty bad. I take too much time off and that negates nearly everything I do. I definitely need to be more consistent going forward. I think I've said that before. So anyway, on to the race.
|Lap 1 scrum through the sand.|
|Lots of sand. The fast guys rode this, which was impressive.|
|Charlie Bartel and me on lap 1|
Slowly but surely, I start getting passed. I keep having issues, and I'm going redline fast. I keep pushing though. My legs hurt, and lungs hurt, I'm having fun but suffering terribly. I notice that some of singlespeed guys start passing me. They started 15 seconds behind my class, but there are some fast dudes in there. I tried to jump on some wheels, but my legs fail me. My mind is definitely faster than my body.
We were supposed to get 9 laps in, and I had about 2 laps to go when I burped my rear tubeless tire. I knew it immediately, because my rear end was slithering all over this off-camber turn. In hindsight, I probably should have ran a few more psi to keep that from happening. I really need to pull the tire off, pull of the Stan's rim seal, build up the rim with some Velox, then reapply the Stan's. That'll help keep the tire bead from sliding away from the rim hook, letting the air escape.
So I had about 5 psi in my rear tire, my cleats weren't working, and it was close to the end. I decided to throw my first DNF. Ug. I hate to see that, but somehow, I still came away pretty happy. I learned a few things, and still accomplished what I had hoped to do. I just didn't finish.
|JPeck and I looking into the future|