|Rare action photo where I am leading another rider in competition|
It’s been an interesting foray into self-punishment, let there be no doubt. In September I have already raced seven times, and I actually feel kind of dialed into it. In spite of the fact that I get my ass handed to me in Cat 3. So far, I’ve fared 56th/61, 33rd/36, and 55th/62. What I find interesting is that in each of these races, at some point I have begged for a mechanical to end the suffering, which never happens. Conversely, at each of the three Wednesday night UNH training races I’ve been in, I’ve lost my chain every f*cking time.
Still no regrets about upgrading. This is an extremely fast group, I’m in way over my head, and I keep pushing as hard as I can every time. There is no soft competition here. Every time I beat even one person for any reason it is a victory.