DFL numero uno....
I woke up at 6am worried. I thought to myself, will I look fat in the outfit I picked out?, will the thong ride up too far --i've never raced with a thong before, will the boys stay inside the short shorts?
I've realized the best way to get my legs ready for a hard effort is to put in a hard effort the day before. So I decided to meet up with my teammate Ty and ride up to his pad in La Honda. So a nice little climb up Kings mountain and back home was the perfect way to open up my legs.
Partial Altezza40 Team PhotoI think it worked. My legs were tired coming into the DFL "ride", but the commute to the "ride" was good enough to warm up the legs for the pain I was about to inflict upon them. I've been doing the GGP cx rides and re familiarizing myself with the pain that only 'cross can inflict. We usually do 3 hot laps, followed by about a 5min. break, then another 3 hot laps. According to my watch it takes 15 min for 3 laps. My legs feel good under these conditions.

Enter DFL Numero uno....Dylan ran us for 50 minute, actually about 56 according to my trusty Polar watch. I entered new pain caves yesterday. The lack of recovery time really frick'n hurt. However, I was able to find new ways to recover like spinning high cadence in a few sections and focusing on relaxing. Only a couple people caught and passed me. For the most part I kept catching folks. Never really saw the leaders, but I know I wasn't too far back. We all know the chaos of a DFL starts ;-0 If you're not positioned well you'll loose sight of the leader in a millisecond....which I did.
I had fun battling it out with Gabe and then with my teammate Grant. We would go back and for passing one another. I pulled a little DFL trick and took and inside line, cut Grant off and hit the run-up before him ;-) Hey all is fair in love and racing right? Knowing Grant was just in back of me kept me pushing a high pace. What a frick'n awesome workout.
Gotta hand it to the DFL guys, the put together a wicked course. Love the new singletracks! Total I counted 6 logs, one was ride-able(right before the small hill), the other one I tried(near the end of the lap with the sand pit in front of it) and almost bailed so I started shouldering the bike for that one. The sketchiest turns was the one into the double log barrier. It was sandy, dusty and loose. I finally figured out I had to reduce enough speed just to roll into the sand and then dismount quickly to jump over the logs.
Also like the new run-up\ride-up after the small paved section after the double

logs. The dirt was so soft, but if you kept churning a gear you could make it through it, but if you lost just a bit of momentum it was faster to run it and then remount before the short descent. I bombed that thing so many times not even clipped in....dang I got install those crank bros shoe shields!
Anyhow with about 3 laps to go I thought we were done. It was very surreal. It felt like there was a sudden quietness, but I hadn't heard anything about last lap so I soldiered on. Took a beer feed from Nick and upped the pace again. Finally coming back around the start finish I heard something about 2 more laps. I was feeling surprisingly recovered so floored it to keep anybody from catching me .
HR ave\max 179\188 (disregard the first 30 mins of plot that was commute to park)
It was good fun to see all the familiar 'cross faces, plus a lot of new ones! It's crazy how many people were out. I would estimate at least 100 "riders" and then 30 spectators. I got lot's of compliments about my short shorts. I hope to round up some pictures.
Doesn't do the costume justice, but it's a mean
racing photo...thanks
bicigirl.
More pics Things to work on: I need to start running. The run-ups were killing me. I took them slow and steady, made sure to breath rhythmically and take steady steps, but I had no explosive power. Also need to work on remounts. A couple time I swear to god I almost pinch flatted from flopping my ass down on the saddle. In the final run-up to the finish I managed to squash the tip of my pee-pee. It hurt so much I couldn't even think. I grabbed and icecold Coke from the cooler and stuck it down my pants...ahhh! Who knew Coke had some many uses ;-)
Till the next time...peace out!