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)|