Time has passed since Xterra Charlottesville. A couple of weeks. But it’s taken me a couple of weeks to absorb all of the travel, racing, and “life in general” since…

I’m back in school now, teaching at Athens Drive. This year I am one of the behavior support teachers (we have two at our school). Things are going well, and I’ve managed to get the first week of school under my belt.

So, Xterrra Charlottesville…

After my week of fun riding in Crested Butte, I wasn’t sure what to expect at this race. On top of all the riding and being at altitude for a week, we had a crazy travel schedule once we arrived back to North Carolina. Joe was in a wedding on Saturday up in DC. We arrived in Charlotte about 4:30pm on Friday, and immediately got in the car to drive up to DC for the wedding the next day.

The wedding was really nice, and even though we were exhausted (we all slept until 10am, and I could have slept much longer) we had a lot of fun. We danced and had lots of really good food… and then late in the night drove over to Charlottesville so I could race the next morning.

Since I didn’t arrive in Charlottesville until 1am, obviously I had no chance to pre-ride the course. I was hoping that it’d be a two loop bike or something, so that way I could just kinda “ride” the first loop and figure it out then hit the second loop hard. Ha! No. The course was awesome– one big singletrack loop. There were lots of power hills, log stacks, logs, a creek crossing… all things that I could ride if I had pre-ridden and “known” what to look for.

Well, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Race morning: 5:45am, wake up and eat… throw stuff in the car. We arrived and I registered, then I set my stuff up and warmed up. The usual pre-race stuff.

Swim: We had a two lap swim with a run along the beach. I love these swims. I love having to run out and then run back in. It’s fun. So sweet, bring it on. I swam alright, I guess… considering I hadn’t swam in over a week before leaving for Crested Butte. I was happy that I remembered how to do freestyle and not drown.

Bike: Okay, this was my biggest “obstacle” of the day. The first few miles were fine… fast, flowy, nothing real technical. I was thinking “sweet… okay, so far…” then I started hitting power hills out of no where. Alright, I’d make it up most of them, sometimes I’d have to dab at the very top so it didn’t slow me down much. But then I really started screwing up. I’d be over-geared to make it over obstacles because I’d be hauling and then all of a sudden come up on some log stack or rock pile or creek crossing and be like, “Agh! I can’t ride that in this gear!” I have a nice “tatoo” on my right leg from the last time I rode something and was over-geared. What made things worse… my bike wasn’t shifting into gears under load. So instead of going in a gear when I really needed it, my gears would grind and skip… sometimes even on flat sections. I thought I was going to scream. And I think I did at one point. I know that I did remember thinking, “If I have to go over one more f*$king log stack, I am going to scream!” Yeah… not one of my finest bikes at all. Ha, it’s almost comical now when I think about it.

Run: So I make it to the run, and the good news is that I still have some gas left in the tank… since I wasn’t really ever in any sort of groove on the bike. I still haven’t been running except for a couple miles in the morning, so considering that’s been my backbone run-training… my legs actually felt more like I raced the whole run instead of just surviving it. It still wasn’t any where near my run form, but I didn’t feel like I was trudging through. A step up… I’ll take it.

Overall I ended up 2nd. I had a really nice guy who paced me through the run, helping to push me the entire way. He realized that the woman behind me had started in the second wave, so I had to finish two minutes ahead of her in order to win the race.

I ended up crossing the line first, but she came in a minute or so later… effectively beating me in overall time.

I was pissed at first. I won’t lie. I was mad for about 2 minutes. I snapped at Joe when he first talked to me. But that’s the competitive nature in me… where would I be as an athlete without that determination? When I race, I wanna win. That angry emotion lasted for all of about 2 minutes, and then quickly faded away.

I was beaten. Fair and square. I had known that this race was going to be crazy to even try to do after all of the riding I did in Crested Butte, the travel, the wedding, you name it. I had wanted to come do this race to see “where the cards fall” … to see how my body would react after all I’d been through. And heck, I’m happy with 2nd!

One thing I really have to learn to do is accept less than the best sometimes. We all get tired. We all get beaten. No one is perfect. And it’s okay that I finished 2nd to another person who had a great race. She had an awesome bike (way better than mine!) and deserved the win.

But next year, you better believe I’ll be able to pre-ride…