Cruddy weather doesn't stop Utah racing from starting the first week of March. Last Friday, we traveled down to St. George, Utah for the first ICUP of the season aka my first race of 2013. I was a combination of nervous-it had been ten whole weeks since cross season ended- and excited to race. Mostly excited. When we arrived in St. George I was pretty giddy. The weather was perfect and my legs felt good; it was hard to contain myself on my pre-race ride. After riding we picked up some Thai food for dinner. Riding, of course, is my favorite part of traveling to St. George. Getting yummy Thai food is a close second:)
Anyhow, back to the race. Here's how it went down: The Pro Women's field was small but fierce with anyone of us capable of coming out on top. My plan was to attack at the first little hill which was only a few minutes into the race. Nothing like being a bit over eager to take the lead! So, I led through the rollers and essentially pulled the other girls to the first legitimate climb where Meghan attacked and took the lead. Our pace through the wash was manageable, but when we hit the double track climb I couldn't quite match her speed and she got a small gap. Joey Lythgoe soon came around me too and tried to bridge up to Meghan. She wasn't quite able to catch Meghan before the downhill where I was able to make up some time before the second climb of the lap. On the second climb I passed Joey and set my sights on Meghan. I knew I had to pass her before we started descending. I went as hard as I could and snuck by her just as we went into a singletrack section right before the final downhill of the first lap. I led the race for the final 2 laps, trying to race fast, smooth, and smart all while being too afraid to look back.
This photo has a story: Shannon heard I was winning so with one lap to go in his race he stopped and waited for me to finish, took a photo, gave me a hug, and then took off for his final lap. Best.husband.ever!
2013 Mantra remains the same: No excuses, have fun, be kind to myself!
Dizzy loves coming to the races.
The red sand makes him so dirty that he looks like a Redbone (as opposed to Black and Tan) Coonhound by the time we go home.
Next up we travel back to St. George for the True Grit. I will be riding this beauty!