race started and all of a sudden I get swallowed into the middle of the group and there is no room at all. I was getting pushed and bumped and was worried someone was going to trip me. In a field of adults, I was tiny and had no way to push back. So I threw the plan out the window and started sprinting. I strategically put my bike at the end of the racks so that I wouldn’t have to walk through the crowd of people and bikes with my bike. When I got to my bike I was relieved to not be running anymore. Since you don’t warm-up for a race like this my hamstrings were so tight after the run they didn’t feel good till about halfway through the first lap. People were passing me like crazy on the first lap. On you left, on your right, when you get a chance. It got really annoying really fast. It didn’t help that it was literally 90% single track and cactus everywhere. Even if there was a small space to pass you had a risk of getting stabbed by cactus if they were a little too risky.
the previous laps I went the way of the hills. Except, this lap I decided to take the other way and go around them. It was a lot of fun and a single track the whole way. Although I couldn’t see hardly anything because the sun was setting. For most of that section, I was riding straight into the sun. When your face is in the sun and the trail is in the shade it is impossible to see anything. For this reason, I took it really slow to ensure I didn’t blow a corner right into the cactus. When I got back from that lap I put a light on my helmet and kept ongoing. At this point, I’ve been riding so long that I’m zoning out at times. I’ll be riding and I’ll zone out and a few minutes later I’ll be further down the trail but I can’t remember riding what I just did. I would just be in another world sometimes all by myself with no one except the Occasional person that is on a team that blows by me.
good but by the end, as you would expect I was feeling cooked. After that lap, I realized there wasn’t enough time for me to get 2 more laps. I had 2.5 hours till the end of the race and a lap had been taking me between 1 and a half hours and 1 hour and 45 minutes to complete. I stayed at the tent for a bit, refueling myself before I went out for my last lap. When you get to this point there is nothing better than telling yourself, this is the last lap. The only thing better is actually finishing. My dad decided to ride with me this time for a little extra motivation. By the middle of the lap, I just couldn't wait to be done and go to sleep. When we got to the last climb that takes you to the descent into the venue I picked up the pace a lot. A climb that was usually taking me 10-15 minutes took about 6 or 7 and when my heart rate never got above 145bpm or zone 2 previously, this time my heart rate was pegged at 170bpm. I was very tired of riding slow and I just wanted to be done and that is what drove that crazy action.