Heritage Park is always a tough course. Maybe it’s because it is the first race of the season. Maybe it’s because the climbs are punchy, slick, right out of muddy corners, and steep enough that I can feel myself sliding backwards if I let off the gas. Heart rate is always through the roof, and stays there, once the gravel turns to trail.
Crisp February day in the Valley. Weather could not have been better.
Post-race thoughts: It’s not because you’ve been following your training program to the T all winter that racing is not going to hurt. It hurts just as much, you will just be going faster….
Don’t let the gravel start fool you, this is no gravel road race
Tallboy and I worked well together today. First race, first place.