I am interested in doing this but I have to get it cleared by my university CC coach before I can say for certain.Cx Czar here,
Life is made from the decisions that we make, based on the advice we choose to accept, either concious or subconsiously.
I'm not going to tell you how to live your life, but based on my experience that I've gleemed over my last 43 years on this planet, I would recommend that you enter the race
If you consult with your coach he will probably advise you to stay home to avoid potential injury and follow the training plan that he plagurized from a Jim Fixx biography. So Saturday, after following your prescribed training exercise, you kill the rest of the day watching the college gameday matchup between Central Iowa Agriculture and Truck-driving Institute and an even lesser known rival in a field goal shootout as you gander up the TV guide to and wonder if the 18 and pregnant episode comming up in an hour is a re-run or not. All the while, not realising that you had wasted 12 hours of your precious life following the dogma of your coach, because it suits his best interests, and not necessarily yours.
You send me an email. On Saturday, you show up at a park that has been abandonded by it's city, then reclaimed by it's inhabitants. For one day there is yellow tape that winds around it's hills marking the course. There are wooden barriers, hay bales, off-camber turns steep run ups, and even the banked turns of an abandoned velodrome. You watch the first race and are amazed with the noise from the cowbells and the shouts from the fans. Its as if you've walked into an "Imported from detroit" ad and Mardi-gras simultaneously. Racers chug up hills, grab dollars and beer from screaming fans, and when required to make up extra ground on a competitor, take the dreaded "Tequila Shot Short Cut".
When it's your turn to race (11am) you line up with the other competitors. Within minutes of the start you feel your heart rate rise to levels that youve never experienced. Riding on the bankes of the velodrome is a new and foreign experience. Your lungs are burning, despite being young and in shape. At the barriers, you clumisly try and remount, you are amazed at how fast some of the riders are able to clear the barriers and remount gracefully, as if they were born doing this. You try to let up, but at the top of each hill and at the end of each set of barriers there are a dozen fans with cowbells yelling at the top of their lungs telling you to hammer it. You pass a couple of riders, and feel completely exhilerated, another washes out his front wheel on a wet sloping turn, almost taking you out as well. You press on, Members of the crowd hold out dollars and beers for you. You try to grab a couple bills, but the guy in front of you gets to them before you. You manage to grab a beer, pouring half of it down the front of your jersey. It temporarly soothes your burning throat and the extra carbs give you a new kick to your step. Within a lap you catch the guy in front of you and are able to grab a dollar or two.
After the race, you are congratulated by your competitors. You follow the crowd to Kuhnhenn's brewery for some of the best beer you've ever tasted, and to listen to the results. You win a pair of arm warmers & a water bottle in a raffle. You catch the eye of a cute brunette, she asks you if you raced today, you use the wadded up dollars you grabbed during the race to buy her a pint... or two.
Now I'm not guaranteeing you that if you sign up for my race that you'll end up hooking up with your generational equivilant of Jaclyn Smith ... but I'm not ruling it out either (look her up, it's well worth it)
Fact is, your heart will race, you lungs will burn but this race is an awesome time. (I realize that this is probably the the same argument for huffing paint, but bear with me.) You mentioned that you want to try it but something is holding you back. Let it go, give it a try you wont regret it. (BTW, you can always use a false name)
aka The CX Czar
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