For the first time in a while, I had a very relaxing weekend. Usually a weekend spent in Boolarra is hectic/frantic – too much to do, too little time to do it, with several hours lost to just getting there and back each day. This weekend, I couldn't be bothered and just wanted to enjoy being there! It was mission accomplished.
It was mission accomplished.
Friday night, I suggested to Mr Legs we stop on the way down on Saturday to race with our club, Warragul. It’s been well over a year (if not much longer) since I’ve raced with the club, and I am keen to get in some racing with them this season, mainly because of the shorter distances (<50km)> It's our only flat course.
Mr Legs and I were in the limit trio, with Dave “The Axe” Axford. Karen Munro was the only other woman racing, and she was in the next group at 6 minutes, where I really should have been (if not for the bigger group to ride with). Limit was at 12min, and in the end, that was about 2 minutes too many for them ( I think they were have an easy day). We started off in heavy rain – basically we rode into it. Fortunately it only lasted a lap, but it set me up to ride hard, mainly just to keep warm! A few km in and on the first hill, Mr Legs was up front taking his turn, but was too slow for my happy pace. I rolled on by, and by the time I’d reached top of that climb, both Dave and Mr Legs were off the back, and I was out the front, winning the race. After the hills and onto the (falsely) flat back straight, Dave caught up with me after I slowed a bit, and we swapped turns all the way into the hill section Lap 2.
As we rolled through corner 1, Lap2, I was off the back of Dave, and said cheerily to the corner