Why that, and not the race itself? Well, because races hurt like hell, even when you're very, very good. And that level of pain tends to get blocked out as we look back upon races. I can remember what the pain of only a couple of races actually felt like, and that's because it was back pain. I'll always remember what that felt like.
But as far as the actual, cross-eyed, blood-in-your-mouth race pain? It's hard to remember exactly what that feels like until you're in the middle of it. And by then, it's too late to really do anything about it.
It's that same endorphin-induced amnesia that prompted me to say, "Eh, what the hell?" and register for the Cat. 1/2/3 races this weekend.
Read that again: Rather than just jumping in with a 3s race to start things off, I went ahead and signed up for a pair of hour-long death marches. Amnesia, man. Amnesia.
Regardless, I'm ready to go. The bike is dialed, I have spare wheels. Hell, I may even wear a skinsuit. I figure I'm going to go the same speed regardless of which race I'm in. May as well sign up for the big show.
I'll let you know how that turns out.
1 comments:
I like your thinking. Good luck!
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