Not a Race Report

Not a Race Report

Oostende, Belgiƫ
January 22, 2017

Today I’m not racing at the World Cup in Hoogerheide, The Netherlands. So, I cannot give you a race report. There’s a saying, “to bite off more than you can chew” which feels accurate to me in describing the last four weeks. In retrospect, it’s a common predicament to find myself in and I’m sure I’m not alone.

The story begins just after Christmas day, curled up in a ball in my bed, sick with the stomach flu, and not racing yet another World Cup, Zolder. I must have recovered fairly quickly in order to power through a fast, fun, and fairly successful Christmas block of racing: Loenhout (15th), Bredene (6th), and Baal (10th).

Straight from the icy mud of Baal to the airport, it seemed. It was a late night packing 2 bikes and 5 pairs of wheels. Couldn’t have done it without my guest and good friend for the week, Roti Cycling Services. I closed my eyes and hoped for a swift journey to my parent’s house, my childhood home, in Stowe, Vermont.

The week flew by, and after a number of indoor workouts and home-cooked meals I was on the start line of U.S. National Cyclocross Championships. It was a blur, and the next morning left me stunned and disoriented. It’s what always happens when I focus so acutely on one event, one race, there is a period of decompressing as I transition to the next horizon. But the problem was, there was no time for this. I had to pack and rush off to the airport again. Goodbye New England, hello Italy. Mom in tow.

Then I landed in Italy, still disoriented from the rush that was Nationals. I eventually learned, while lying exhausted in my hotel room with my mom, that being a tourist is a serious matter and is not to be taken lightly. There was little rest for tired legs, and lots of sights for curious eyes. A trip that will not be forgotten, regardless.

Don’t forget the Fiuggi World Cup, the ice-skating rink hidden by mud. The primary reason for me being in Italy (not as a tourist). Well, I was cracked. Back to the part about biting off more than I could chew….

I made it back to Belgium, finding it hard to swallow a disappointing result. Home on the couch it was clear that the exhaustion ran deep.

That is why this is not a race report. I needed a break, not another hard-to-swallow result in Hoogerheide. I went for a crisp winter ride on the beach instead.

I am pulling every ounce of strength and determination together for the next big event on the horizon. See you at the World Championships in Bieles!