Just one tale, I guess. Yesterday, I rode my first mountain bike race at the New Belgium Short Track Races. First race ever actually, unless you count all the times I beat Curtis to the end of the block when I didn't tell him we were racing. Curtis has been killing in in the Men's Intermediate the last couple of weeks, so I thought I should give it a go. My friend Sarah rode with me and was amazing! I just rode her line tills she completely vanished from my sight. I never really ride for speed and haven't competed in anything since my third grade spelling bee, so I was completely intimidated by the course and my fellow riders. Add some rain early in the day making the course muddy and you have one dirty, angry Sara. I think around the second lap I cheered up and started to have fun. Curtis and my sister-in-law Elaine were there cheering me on and whenever anyone cheered for my friend Sarah, I just pretended they were my cheering section too. I felt quite popular. It was a blast to compete and I think I might not have gotten last. Hopefully my participant ribbon is in the mail!
