Every year we pass this waterfall as we drive down route 12 into Idaho. I always gauge the amount of water coming off the rocks to consider how wet the spring is. I am no hydrologist or even care how our snow pack is. I just kind of take note. On this trip I made note that is was a minimal run-off year. Maybe a good sign for next weeks Grizzlyman Adventure Race.
I also use the first race of the season to gauge how my spring is going. How my fitness is going as you will. When the gun went off I surged to the front of the pack. It took me like 5 miles to finally see the race leaders. And also it is good to note that the pros take off 1 minute before we did. So it was good to see them just ahead as well. I just needed to reel them in. If I could do that I would win the race. Just like in years past. Last year this worked out quite well and I was able to correctly gauge my fitness as “superb”.
At the end of the first lap I pulled ahead of everyone except the lone group of 4 pros about 30 seconds ahead. I could see them across the desert plain and I surged to try and catch up as aggressively as I could. This would insure a demoralization for those that tried to follow. So I punched the surge button … and then punched it again.
The verdict … nothing. In fact I kept pushing the surge button. Each time my rockets fired and I surged a little but the pace didn’t sustain. Then on a hill everyone that I had worked so hard to catch started to trickle past me. But all was not lost. I was on a new bike and my gearing needed tweaking. I was sure I could catch back up and re-pass everyone and then go on to catch the leaders. I just needed a rest.
Then on a corner the leader crashed and we all burst past him. This is it I thought. Grab the race by the horns and run with it.
So I punched the surge button … click … click …. click … CLICK