For everyone who thought “Angel Fire looks so easy,” I did too. So I did my basic quali run thing yesterday, which consists of:
-braking early so you can carry that sweet, sweet mo through the turns
-hitting your lines smoothly
-not taking any big risks
-pedaling hard where possible, but not going into cardiac red zone lance armstrong mode
Aaaaaand I got smoked. I finished in 25th place in quali’s, aka way OTB. Felt like a good run, but it was my worst result of the season. I thought the lack of technical aspects would allow me to succeed with my typical enduro strategy thing I’ve worked out and it turns out, no, there’s no strategy at all, this race is just a measure of who’s a pussy and who isn’t. And if you hadn’t figured it out yet, I don’t live in the “isn’t a pussy” category.
And you know those fire road sections everyone was talking about from the preride video? You should come race them. We’re going like a thousand times faster than homeboy with the locked out trail bike from the preride video. And it’s terrifying. In my quali run I had this wake up moment where I kind of blacked in from race mode and went “whoa, this is really dangerous, someone could get hurt out here” and then went back to racing. When we finished the fire road section and dropped in on the mid-track rock garden I remember this feeling that hit me, something like “oh thank god we’re just racing rock gardens now, this is way safer.”
In a race where patience and strategy are measured, I can normally hang. In a race where the difference between winning and losing is putting on your big boy pants, taking risks, and going balls out, I’ve got more of a, how do I say this?
“Or what if I gave you my first born, or one of my kidneys or testicles? Would that help? I’ll find a virgin to sacrifice if that would help.”