Flushhhhhhh….there it goes

by Jennie

I chuckle to myself as I think of the emotional roller coaster I have conveyed recently through this blog. Starting in July  it has been 1) Shocked  2) Angry 3) Hopeful 4) Antsy 5) Despair 6) Determined 7) Frustrated 8) Sad, and currently but surely not lastly 9) Worn-out with a touch of delirious, handful of mourning, yet sliver of peace.

For the last three weeks the team has been in a state of perturbation (great word), and now that the World Cup group has been picked, even though things didn’t go as hoped for many of us, tension has settled for the time being.

CONGRATULATIONS to my teammate Caitlin Gregg for making the Quebec World Cup! No matter what’s in her way, that girl will bust through it towards success.

I guess I have to look at the past few races as positive, since I used everything in my tank toward the 12th in the skate sprint and 10th in the classic sprint here in Bozeman. I knew there would be a crumble at some point, and the classic mass start was that point.

Classic mass start, photo Fasterskier

Seeded third in the lineup, I busted out with my usual pack for about 400 meters. Thats about when my body said, “HA yeah this ain’t gonna happen. ” From there I had a good 30 minutes at least to roll through that emotional rollercoast one more time, all by my lonesome in the woods. Ok, I guess there were people scattered about, but it’s really only you out there.

I have had quite a few conversations about how one big factor that I dislike of road biking is the high drop out rate during races. Yes, if you lose the pack it sucks, and you dont have much choice when you get a flat, but if you have the race number on, I think you should at least finish the job. Log it as training. So, although I definitely wanted to just pull over at the lap lane and sit down, I decided to ski-er-in. My body was stuck at low L3, so sucking up my pride and cursing quite a bit in the woods, I made myself finish with a smile.

The strong are headed to Canada, and from viewing my efforts and physical response this past month,  I wave my white flag goodbye, and say good luck, because the group of girls headed up there are ready to give it their all.

My next plan is still in the works. I am driving back in the van to MN for a day to re-pack, then head to Vermont and possibly Quebec to watch for the weekend. There is an Eastern Cup in Craftsbury two weekends from now I will probably do. Everyone at this point is scattering like fainting goats to an umbrella, ready to pass out for a few days after the suffer fest that was today.

 

Classic sprint quarter final, photo credit Stratton Mtn

 

 

3 Comments

  1. John Widdifield
    04 December 12, 9:56pm

    shoot! Well… after mono… lyme disease… etc… you probably weren;t the odds on fav. Way to give it go… and finish! Like a friend of mine’s poster. “Dead last is better than did not finish, is better than did not start.” (might wear that on my back at the birkie this year (but no one would see it!)

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