There was a jam packed weekend of racing in Elberton, GA this past weekend thanks to the Georgia Cup. I must first say that this was a WONDERFULLY supported race, I was extremely impressed with the police and volunteer support. Though there were no women’s fields I give them a big Ole Golf Clap :)
Anywhoser… It started off Saturday with a team time trial which our very own Land Rover team dominated thanks to the streamlined style of big man on the bike Eric C. Then there was tons to watch in the men’s 3/4 crit which Jon finished 3rd in and the men’s 3 race which he finished 10th in and the team ended up winning.
He came home tired, slightly dehydrated but triumphant nonetheless and regaled me with the tale of him puking promptly after stepping down from the podium and then deciding what the hell, lets do the 3 race too. Can you even wonder why I'm so in love with him?? Then after a short discussion Saturday night I decided to go with him Sunday morning to race. Though there was no women’s field I entered the men’s 4/5. At the registration table I found out that the race was 2 laps which = 60 miles. GULP!! I hoped for one lap with the field which was small and not knowing these guys like I know the boy-cyclists of Greenville I was intimidated. We started out neutral until a right turn onto the course which gave me time to relax and hopefully ease the minds of the field that I wasn’t going to scream or cry or take any of them out. I had already selected my wheel for the race, he was a solid, calm looking fellow donning a plain white kit. He was exactly what I needed and was even mindful of me, constantly turning to see if I was still with him. Attacks would come and he would effortlessly pull me back to the field. I wondered how long I’d last, I have no computer on my bike so I never know anything any more. All I know is I made it almost to the top of the biggest hill on the course and just couldn’t hold on. The field eventually went out of sight and I was alone.
My legs hurt and were on the verge of cramping the whole time no matter how much fluid I forced down my throat. My inability to eat before early races crippled me combined with the heat and the lack of riding last week to facilitate the move out of my old apartment & making my shacking up with Jon official. I have never been so happy to cross a finish line even though I was willfully DNF-ing. I went to the car to change and waited for Jon’s race to finish. I heard the sirens of the police escort and here came big Eric C all by his lonesome for an awesome finish and BIG win. The sprint finish for the field was awesome b/c 3 field was the largest group. It was nothing but a winning weekend for the green zebras of Land Rover.
It was also good time spent with Jon which it seems there hasn’t been enough of the last few weeks with me moving. It has felt like life has been on hold the last few months and now it feels like the clouds are starting to lift. The rest of Sunday was spent at Granny’s pool with Jon’s mom, step-dad and little sister with a wonderful dinner following (certainly made me forget about my poor performance earlier in the day). I really cherish the time that we all spend together and fell so honored to have the warmth, love and trust that they have extended to me.
Planning a lot of riding this week, hopefully that will help things. Until next time, pedal like a girl!!
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