I would get so nervous before criteriums that I'd have goosebumps and my palms would sweat at the start line. It wasn't so much fear but anxiety over how the race would unfold - so much more tactical thought and precise execution. Of course, after my crash in '93 in the Tour de Michigan, there was a whole other layer of anxiety when I lined up. Over the years I've broken both arms, two ribs, a thumb, knocked unconscious, lost the bottom of my chin (couldn't even be stitched!), tore a hole in my knee so the bone was exposed, and had more road rash and bruises than I can remember. Then there's the lingering memory of a guy in my mtb club in North Carolina who hit a drop too fast, broke his neck and died on the scene while riding at Renaissance Park with his new wife in 2006. I've been injured running but it's so minor, it's laughable.
So, yeah, I'm nervous before Silver Rush 50 day after tomorrow, though not because of the sunshiny thoughts previously mentioned. I know it's going to be lung ripping, leg burning hard. Throw in the whole having the bike tuned and set up correctly for the course - shock'(s) psi, tire pressure different both front and rear based on your geared up weight, technical ability of handling your bike well over varied terrain, oh, and specific fitness (not to mention the obvious stuff we runners are all used to: pacing, fueling, hydration, electrolytes...) and you've basically got a complex science experiment going on at hopefully fast speeds.
Spent the afternoon yesterday prepping Hope (bike), cleaning, lubing, installing the new chain, race wheels with new tires, setting psi in shocks and tires, all of it. She's ready. Hopefully I am too. Fortunately, if I tank badly on Saturday, I have the SR 50 mile run the next morning to redeem myself...
|Hope is dialed in tight, ready to rip.|
|Pippit is just wondering why we're standing in the yard and not chasing the neighbor's cats.|