Gun Club/ Run Club

This is definitely the wettest cross season of my short racing career. I've been replacing corroded parts and cleaning the bike constantly. Im really tired of stuffing my shoes with newspaper. But it is what it is. We had a ton of rain Friday and it changed the Gun Club course into a wild festival of falling, sliding and general hilarity.

This is one of my favorite race courses. Out in the middle of nowhere, at a shooting club with a really nice lodge(with a roaring fire +10 pts)
Normally this is a hard course with a BIG climb on the backside leading to some singletrack then barriers etc. The rain changed everything. I lined up with the right rev blackwell(welcome back on the grid my man), molnar, the dean, udf jerry etc. I was sans posse w Dug, Fatty and the papist being pressed into other svcs for the day.

After a start that could only be called lazy(or lackadaisical for those of you not into the whole brevity thing) I was way in the back chasing. Obviously we know what I'll be working on this week.

For a course with 2 sets of barriers, I was off the bike 6-7 times per lap, and that was just the times I planned on coming off. the big hill was a sort of run up. I shouldered the bike and hustled as quick as I could. Others tried to remount at the top but this was foolishness. I was able to pick some folks off there by running the whole hill. Oli suggested we ditch the bikes and just make it the Gun Club 5 k. It would've been way faster.

Luckily, sherri the super-fan was with us. It really does help when somebody's screaming your name(in a good way, okay not that good. sheesh) So the support from teammates was great. I ended up with a shocker, mid-pack finish. 17th out of 30 something. The bad starts are killing me. The sand was fine and tho I'd like to have done better in several sections, the opening sprint is where Im losing ground.

So we had Paul(mr oli) racing to 14th in the 4's in his first cross race. Sham-Wow(webbber) got 5th and keeps killing it. The story of the day was Oli with the win in her category. Strong work woman.

Post race, I hung in the lodge with Depot Joe and Molnar-who lectured me on the rules of the tribe. How the hell is it he knows more than me AND Brad Goldberg? Scary.
But there was actual food there. I hope this is a trend that continues. I like being fed.

So here I sit, muddy kit soaking in whatever the domestic goddess/laundry mgr dug out after the washer failed to get my whites a sparkling. the shoes are stuffed with newspaper, too wet to even put on the dryer rack yet.

We have sunshine for the week leading into the ProMotion Cross in Lexington. Im looking forward to (hopefully) a dry, power course