went to Colorado this weeekend...
and did the USGP stops in boulder and longmont. as i faintly remember, doing cross at altitude is all about suffering and not digging too deep, cuz you'll never get back on the level. true that.
sat went as well as can be expected, i rode around in a true haze. i'd catch a few guys and be caught by a few guys, i really don't remember so much, just little pockets if information here and there. i think andy rolled a tire in front of me, and i remember seeing 6 laps to go and thinking "there's no way i can ride 6 more laps."
i ended up with Kabush, who tried to throttle me on the last lap but crashed himself out in the process, and i had no choice to run him over. sorry, Geoff. I ended up 7th place, same as the number in my back.
and this guy was motivating, half cuz i like to see zeal in all forms, but half cuz the 6'4" pasty cyclist in his boxers will get anyone to run away from him.
and so then sunday was just horrible, Josie the J-Miac-to-be got held up at the start, which i witnessed, got her bike together and off she went. so when people said "i heard Josie went down" i didn't think much of it, until i rolled to the start and saw that Andy wasn't there. it went like this:
Me: where's andy?
biker: oh, he's at the hospital.
Me: WHAAAAT!?!?!
biker: yeah, Josie's getting Cat scans to her head, she might have broken her skull.
Ref: 30 seconds to go.
evidently she'd crashed again, not 300 yards later, getting tangled up with a spectator crossing the course by ducking the tape. didn't even see him, just full sprint straight into the ground head first. learning such things is not the best for the headspace, and kinda dulls that racing instinct. needless to say, i should not have even started the race as i couldn't care less about some stupid bike meet, even if it is one of the biggest in the country. but off i went, got the hole shot on addrenaline alone and pulled out two laps later well away from the front. i went to the ER to look after my family and make sure everything was okay.
i think it will be but it's going to be a long few days/weeks/months coming up. i'll keep updating as more info comes out.
sat went as well as can be expected, i rode around in a true haze. i'd catch a few guys and be caught by a few guys, i really don't remember so much, just little pockets if information here and there. i think andy rolled a tire in front of me, and i remember seeing 6 laps to go and thinking "there's no way i can ride 6 more laps."
i ended up with Kabush, who tried to throttle me on the last lap but crashed himself out in the process, and i had no choice to run him over. sorry, Geoff. I ended up 7th place, same as the number in my back.
and this guy was motivating, half cuz i like to see zeal in all forms, but half cuz the 6'4" pasty cyclist in his boxers will get anyone to run away from him.
and so then sunday was just horrible, Josie the J-Miac-to-be got held up at the start, which i witnessed, got her bike together and off she went. so when people said "i heard Josie went down" i didn't think much of it, until i rolled to the start and saw that Andy wasn't there. it went like this:
Me: where's andy?
biker: oh, he's at the hospital.
Me: WHAAAAT!?!?!
biker: yeah, Josie's getting Cat scans to her head, she might have broken her skull.
Ref: 30 seconds to go.
evidently she'd crashed again, not 300 yards later, getting tangled up with a spectator crossing the course by ducking the tape. didn't even see him, just full sprint straight into the ground head first. learning such things is not the best for the headspace, and kinda dulls that racing instinct. needless to say, i should not have even started the race as i couldn't care less about some stupid bike meet, even if it is one of the biggest in the country. but off i went, got the hole shot on addrenaline alone and pulled out two laps later well away from the front. i went to the ER to look after my family and make sure everything was okay.
i think it will be but it's going to be a long few days/weeks/months coming up. i'll keep updating as more info comes out.
5 Comments:
please send josie our love.
-mm
crazy.
just crazy.
That's terrible. Dan and I will be thinking strong thoughts for Josie and wishing a speedy and uncomplicated recovery. Crossing our fingers...
-G
WHAT!?!
They make girls like that tuff though. I bet she comes back stronger than ever! Go Jo-Jo!
Who's that want-to-be J-Miac in the picture? I still have my official first-generation J-Miac t-shirt by the way? What do you reckon I could sell it for on Ebay?
well, you'd have to pay to list it, pay to ship it, and i doubt you'd get any money for it...
yup, it's one of those things you have to pay to give away.
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