the theme for the weekend i just had… there were just enough uncertainties to keep things feeling alive all weekend.
lets start with friday, Rachel and i decided to hit the road friday night and get a nights rest at her folks house which is well on our way to the piedmont part of the state that was our destination. Her folks are also our pet sitters so it made sense, we just diddnt decide that until we were about to go.
that night we got a few hours of sleep between her pops snoring upstairs and our dogs fighting in their basement but as soon as seven a.m. rolled in we were to be on the road towards Salisbury NC so that i could once again subject myself to a 20 degree and windy cross race in hopes that the upgrade points fairy would ride with me to help me escape cat 4 land. the fairy was smart, and stayed warm. with a damn good turn out for the conditions being what they were (cold windy and before noon) we had 39 starters and 35 of us finished. i was number 15 of the 35. not much more to say about it, the course was great and very smooth with a couple of good single track woodie areas + necessary 40cm x 4m barrier set up and up hill run up. it was a big ring course for power riders all in all with little recovery.
Glad it was through but happy i followed through it was time to focus on the REAL event of the day. it was my mom’s birthday. she turned 51…ooops i mean 29 AGAIN. Rachel and i stopped for some damn fine mexican cuisine in concord’s “Andele” authentic mexican raestaurante then headed to Mom’s house for some shower + nap time. Rest and warmth were good… we diddnt really know that there were plans for the evening that involved going out for dinner with my parents social circle followed by a party at ones house but hey!
Dinner was a good chance to hang out with my little brother who drives now and has a girlfriend (i. am. fucking. old.) but two beers into mom’s party and Rachel and i were zombified. who would have thought that a couple of newly-weds under 30 would be the party poopers at a 51 year old’s birthday party? hahaha thats what life on the NCCX circuit will do. it will crush you (if you are a weakling cat 4 like i am)
Well of course there was to be a second race this weekend and this one was to be in an obscure park on the Iredell County side of Lake Norman in “Race City USA” Mooresville. it was about 5 degrees warmer this day and no wind but it was still full length wool tights weather with a more diverse course and and old friend to spectate it made for a more pleasurable face smashing experiance.
I had a much better start on this race and a better flow to my laps due to knowing where i would blow up and where i would recover. the course diddnt have as smooth grass sections as the day before but it had a nice tech section after a steep off camber down hill that was proper for a guy like me who’s technical skills out weigh his brute. i figured this would be a 3-4 lap race and my warm up laps made this course seem real long but it went for 5 at race pace!
my decline was a poor choice of a wheel to hold on my second lap. i had been moving up and pacing very well and making good choices so far but a wheel i had been holding on a flat fast section went down on a slight corner leaving me no where to go but right over the seat mast of his Scott and the guy behind me the middle of my back. the next half of a lap HURT bad untill i came to the spectating area of the course and my wife is there and my previous roommate from charlotte “Map Quest Mike” the next few laps went by in no time and i crossed the line at # 15 after a failed sprint attempt for #14.
two days x (Thirty five finishers + fifteenth place) = what XY ?
here is a picture my wife took while i am looking contemplative:

and here is a picture of me admiring a fine young latino mike while proudly holding my celebrex mug
and we finished it off with an opportunistic 4 hour shopping and eating session at IKEA since we were in the area before heading home (its a whole ‘nother blog post on its own)