Mud Fest:

I raced Tymor on Sunday. It was muddy. It was a hard course. It broke me a little towards the end. I should have worn my skirt.

Summary: At one point I was doing all right-Maybe sitting in 9th-10th (which is good for me at this point of the year and for this type of course...I have not done any hard riding, just long rides.). The course featured what one of the promoters called a "fucker of hill" and he was not kidding: it was just a 10 minute hike-a-bike mud wall. With gears it is maybe climbable...single speed less so.



With some enthusiam for racing on the first lap I just hustled up the hill: running up hills with bikes seem to be something I am getting good at. Seriously. Mud was everywhere. I hate mud.



2nd lap sapped me of some of my enthusiam: I was riding with 2 other single speeders and I bobbled in a fast section which caused me to stop and them to go right by me. I got going again pretty quick but I chased a little too hard (just about caught back on) and then blew up. At that point I just capitulated: yes, it is awful to admit but I basically just sat up. I had enough of the mud fest. 12th.



Single Speed Pa-looza is coming up and I am looking forward to that. There are no real hills to speak of.