More Beechwood S&M + Halloween CX = Burnout

I am wasted, smoked, toasted, and burned.

Last weekend was suppose to be nothing but rest from the previous 5 weeks of bike racing, but Mitch had a great idea: Let's all go to the Beech for 60 minutes of hell, otherwise known as the FIRST Beechwood Recoil CX. It probably did not help that Joe gave me a beer when I first arrived, beer number two before the race started, then beer number three at lap three. No matter, but still five hard CX laps at the Beech is no easy undertaking. Ouch. Six straight weeks of racing.

Today: Washington CX. Excellent start. Top three into the turn and up the first climb. But something is wrong, I am not feeling it in the legs/lungs and ten places are lost. It may be burnout since I have been riding since March or it is something else. Seven straight weekends of racing.

Estabrook next Sunday. Eight straight weeks of racing. It has to be top half or I am shutting down 2009.

There is no point paying for mediocre. There is work that needs to be done for 2010 because my USAC license is going to be auto-upgraded if I want to race. Shit.

Beechwood Epiphany and Death of a F6

I hate Beechwood. The Curtes clan are the most twisted, sick, sadistic individuals on two wheels. I do not like you guys because you make it look so easy, which makes me feel more like shit. I am finished--physically and emotionally.

So, my single-track racing career has come to a close and I do not feel bad about it. Two laps at the Beech was the nail in the coffin to 3 years of mediocre, single-track race results. Never DFL, but never to my standards.

Beechwood also was the last race for the 2006 C-Dale. Way too many problems in 2009 for my liking and patience. Winter months will consist of research for building the 29er for the only race that matters in 2010. I may even take a bigger leap in 2010 with one gear--I think it may be time to get back to the basics.

Do I hate the Beechwood Blaster? No, not, never, ever. Mike and Jay are some of the friendliest people I have met and they know how to throw one hell of a party. Great race, great food, great home brews, great conversation, and most of all, just a great vibe. I just feel privileged that these guys ask me to race, even though I suck bad. Thanks guys for the invite--I will pay double the entry fee in 2010 if you let me come back.

Now, just rest. Five straight weekends of racing has taken its toll. One week off, then 4 weeks more of CycloCX, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Cheq entry, CX Skiing, building the 29, and severe weight loss.

Then it starts all over again in 2010...

A Feeling of Nothingness

I have had a tough time personally since my race, but it took an old friend like George to bring me back home. I have may have watched you puke 27 times up and down Olson House in 1983, but you still inspire me. Thanks bud-you have always been my hero, even though you will never understand this.

So, it has been 12 days since that race and I still feel nothing. It was not a total failure, but it was not my most stellar athletic moment.

I did not: Get the best starting spot. Position myself properly during the rollout. Refuel properly during the race. Pace myself properly. Relieve myself properly before the race. Or during the race. This is embarrassing...

I did: Slaughter people on hills. No climbs hills like me. Fuck everybody else.. you all suck on hills. I rule-everybody else sucks. Even if I finished 798/1766.

In the end, a top 45%. Not bad for a first attempt, but not to my standards.

So, this was my first and last 40. I have made a decision to go back to the Short and Fat 16 for 2010. I do not have the training time nor the mental energy to do more than 17 miles for a race. Ask the Szy... I could run the 5k in 17min, but I could never train over 7 miles. Go figure.

CX season started on the 26th. I sucked, but I had a blast. 56th of 92nd--without ANY effort.

If only I would give 5% more...............................