Admittedly,
I use the term race pretty loosely, since I wasn't exactly in the mix,
or even remotely close to the rest of my category (or the category that
started behind me) - but I did have a number plate and had paid and all
that plus there was a start and finish line, so technically it was still a race, even though the Boy told me
afterwards that you aren't supposed to session a section in a race, even
if you are DFL and just want the validation that you can ride it.
Anyhow, we woke up bright and early on Saturday to pack
the car and get up to Gravenhurst. Just after we picked up Mike, we
learned that pre-riding was closed for the whole day due to pouring
rain. We decided to head up early anyway, getting the drive done, and
arriving exactly during another torrential downpour. Oh great! Course
was definitely closed for riding, but Mike and I opted to walk it (I may
never do this again - it took two hours, and I swear my hips are still
sore. Also, I hardly ever walk anywhere, let alone hike, so I caught my
foot and tripped about every 10 minutes. PICK UP YOUR FEET!). Lengthy
walk in the woods done, we went to check into our home for the night,
and then out to the team dinner/potluck.
Sunday morning I certainly didn't feel like I was
there for a race - far too relaxed, and I didn't touch my bike the day
before. I managed to feel a bit more in the mood by the time we got into
the start corral, and was feeling better since no one else had
pre-ridden either. My tentative first lap was not ok, but after I
had one go-around on the course and knew that I was last, I just
decided to hunker down and get some good practice with the mud and wet
roots. And yes, that may have included re-riding a couple of rocks on
the back end of the course!
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