I guess since I am riding and racing and adventuring now and again I should probably start writing again. What better way to start than with the one race I planned on doing this year, the Breckenridge B-32 race. Last weekend I did the 6 hour race at Levis-Trow and struggled with breathing and heart rate but the legs felt good. Wasn't sure what to expect at 9000 feet (starting elevation) but thought I'd give it a shot.

We got to Breck on Saturday morning after spending the past two nights (and one day) in the front range. Registered and chilled out. The race was a mass start heading out of Breck into the back and high country.
I got dropped (as did all but 4 riders) on the neutral roll-out despite starting out front and entered the first singletrack in the top half or so. Not too bad. I faded a touch getting used to the many miles of uphill singletrack (it wasn't until after mile 6 that I actually coasted for the first time.) But once I got warmed up and ready I really started to move on up, passing quite a few people.
Once we hit the downhill singletrack I was passing people left and right and even more so when we hit the double track decent. We had two long double track decents and I was just getting into race mode (worrying about my result) when *poof* flat tire.
What a bummer. I changed the flat ok but it blew out again right away. Race over.
We got to Breck on Saturday morning after spending the past two nights (and one day) in the front range. Registered and chilled out. The race was a mass start heading out of Breck into the back and high country.
Or was it? I walked for a mile and a half down the dirt road trying to hitchhike back to town but no luck. I did have one more tube in my camelback but no way to inflate it. I finally walked all the way to the Aid station but they had no pump either. Finally I see a trailhead down the road and walked down there. Some hippy had a mini pump and it took us a good 10 minutes to figure out how to work it. Once we did I got it up to about 30PSI. Instead of riding it back into Breck I decided after an hour I might as well ride the race course out, so much for quitting! Getting back in the race started with a 2500ft climb. Brutal. But I must've climbed it ok (I passed two on the way up) because on the decent on the Colorado Trail I passed at least 15 people! For the rest of the race I would pass about a person every 3 minutes. At mile 30 I was excited to be done, an hour after I told Jess I probably would be. And then the road turned. Up. Steep and long. 900ft of vertical when I thought we were done with that. The 32 mile race turned well over 35 miles.
But finally I entered the switchbacks of Carter Park and before I knew it I was eating watermelon and then checking into the condo. Before we left it showed I was 8th place out of 13 people in my age. Not too bad. I think I would've been in the top 5 for sure but no way would I have made the podium. I felt pretty good despite it all even though the result wasn't there. I guess that's it for my racing season (you never know though).
Our friends got into town afterwards so Empire Burger was the recovery ticket! Thanks for reading!