This weekend at a test event for the upcoming American round of the World Cup, I had addressed as many of the variables as possible, and it all came down to the final act of the weekend: pedaling out of the gate and setting out on my race run. All in all, it was a great run. I was not a passenger, I put forth greater effort than in practice, and my internal game of chicken was going well. I managed to finish my run, which is always the goal, but the one issue I encountered halted my hopes of having a competitive time; a flat tire. What a royal bummer. Crashing sucks, riding like a little bitch sucks, but mechanicals are just about the lamest way to lose a race...my tire deflated and I lost - lame as fuck. It's like having the condom break; all that lead up and effort, just to be let down by a rubber tube.
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| Chasing the rabbit in practice. |
number on the results sheet and a downcast post-race, goggle-hidden face. Racing is about resilience. This is just another feather in the cap for experience, and there is probably a lesson to be learned in there somewhere. So, time to patch that tube, and get back out on the hill to stay sharp, and keep the intensity up for the next round.

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