So, as far as I’m concerned, there are two kinds of cyclocross races: flat, tight, grassy courses that favor road racers with good bike-handling skills; and hillside courses in which the organizers try to include as many run-ups, tricky downhill sections, and off-camber turns as possible — they tend to favor the climbers, mountain bikers, and former cross country runners among us (I think). All I know is that they do NOT favor me. When my heart rate is 190 bpm, I can still ride my bike pretty fast. But when it comes to running at that point, I wouldn’t call it so much “running” up hills as much as “walking very slowly” up them.
Needless to say, I spent most of the race this weekend trying to stay on my bike and make it to the finish, particularly during the FOUR runups, one of which was basically like trying to get to the top of a climbing wall with a bike under my arm.
However, none of this particularly matters, because this weekend’s race was the southern California regional championship, and since my license lists my New York apartment as my address, I wasn’t eligible to podium anyway. So, I forgot about my competitors, embraced my first weekend in my sweet pink rhino skinsuit, and raced to survive to the end. It was pretty awful and also pretty fun. (Plus, look how pretty the foliage was in the park!)