On Saturday morning I did a couple of laps on the course as my venture back into physical activity. I enjoyed the sunshine and warmth. As the race started, I was on the side. I tried to keep a low profile as racer's took off. I did/attempted hand ups for Chris--I missed the first one. When I explained my plight it was met with sympathetic looks or empathetic nods or similar stories.
I learned something about myself. First, I am a better racer than a racer's wife. I seriously could not believe I missed the hand-up. I have much more respect for feed zone support. I have always been grateful but it not really as easy as it seems. Secondly, I am more selfish than I originally thought. The whole time I wished I was racing and not supporting.
Although, Chris killed it! And I was incredibly proud of him, his effort, and hard work. I was so excited for him and his success. Here are some photos.
Chris on the start line. (Photo cred: Jamie Rees) |
On Course (Photo cred: MTB Race News) |
We did some additional riding down there. Chris, Alex, Matt, and Jon were patient and let me ride with them. My legs felt pretty good, but the lungs didn't so much. I was easily out of breath. After a couple of hours my lungs started to hurt. At that point I told Chris I was done. As a group we were running low on water, so it wasn't must me completely wimping out. It definitely felt good on some levels to just be riding again.
Chris on Suicidal Tendencies (Photo Cred: Alex Smith) |
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