Brrr... I know it's going to get colder, but I kinda like 60 degree cross races. Anyway, Newt showed up with Espresso in hand and off we went to South Chicago with at least some warm coffee in our bellies.
3's RaceHad a good warm-up, I almost as fast as Wat and Daley on the starts when we practice them, but good God do I suck when it's game time. Despite a 2nd row start, I went to about 35th position by the wholeshot corner. I know, I watched the video the Burnham guys made, and there I am, near the back, looking pathetic as hell. Someone slap me upside the head next weekend and tell me to get aggressive. No worries, though, I usually get my act together about half way into the first lap and get to making up those spots I so graciously gave to my competitors.
Up the hill I go, not looking like I'm in too much pain. I would of rode it, but I am a horrible climber.

I finally start to move into the usual spot, in about 15th - 20th place, right behind Luke, William and Liam. Luckily there was enough technical parts to the course so I could make up some more ground. A few more laps, and I'm right behind Liam who has caught up to William. We roll in placing 15th through 17th. Not bad, considering my start. [sigh...]
1/2/3 RaceOh boy, I am now dreading that hill and coughing like crazy from the 3's race. We have a good showing from xXx in the big show. Greg, Jacques, Liam, William and myself. Greg of course is gone in a flash, Jacques motors away with Liam in tow, and it's William and I in the back. Hey, it's training, although we race with 100% intensity.
Now that hill hurts. A lot.

Fast forward a few laps, and I actually start to make up ground. Hey, wait a minute, I feel pretty good. Still drilling it out of every corner, climbing the hill as fast as I can. The fitness is coming around now, thanks to lots of threshold intervals and Newt coaching me in the gym.

Soon, I catch up to Liam, but he's suffering from the Get A Grip party the previous night where rumor has it he had a *few* beers. No worries, he'll be back next weekend and ready to inflict some pain on us all. I pass a few more folks, loose a nice lead to a Bicycle Heaven rider behind me in the last lap (can't believe I let that one slip through my fingers), and rolled in for 14th. The best part, I wasn't caught by Brian C. and Scott M. until 500m or so before the finish (retaining a little bit of dignity), but also not having to do another lap up that hill.
Photos by Ed White and Luke Seemann (Thanks, guys!) and Michael Young, whose camera is a piece of shit, but raced three times on Sunday so he's redeemed himself as a true cross fanatic.