Sunday brought out all kinds of awesome for the penultimate race of 2014 Chicago Cross Cup. Thanks to a great race put on by Garner Cyclery. The continuing rain throughout the afternoon made for a slippery start for the Men’s Cat 4 race and made the course continually more challenging. By the end of the 4/5 race, a good amount of water was starting to pool and collect at the bottom of the last climb out of the basin. Climbing, straights, high-speed barriers, sand, twisty-flowy sections and mud, lots of mud. Ironically, although I chose to run all of the sand, I still managed to wipe out spectacularly in the sand. As it turns out, if you don’t have your left foot on the pedal, it is a bad idea to go ahead and swing your leg over the saddle to dismount. I went sprawling into the long sand after the descent on the second lap in the 4s race and packed enough sand into my helmet vents that I was still shaking it out well after the race ended.
The course was challenging but because I started mid-field, there was a lot of traffic to deal with the first lap. The course was still fully rideable for the 4s race, but congestion in the first two climbs out of the basin made running a good alternative for portions. By the 4/5 race those sections became almost unridable at the end because the were so slick. I picked up quite a few places in both races by just choosing to run. The other place that I think my running helped was the barriers. If I concentrated and kept my stride long, I was able to make only two steps in between the barriers. This helped because I was able to carrier a lot of speed into and out of the barriers.
My only other mishap on the day also came on the second lap, but this time in the 4/5 race. On the second descent into the basin, on the last right turn before the bottom, my bike washed out. I slid from the top side of the course near the tape all the way to the bottom. I was actually worried at one point that I was going to slide all the way to the bottom. Luckily I stopped right at the tape and was able to stand and remount. I had a couple of guys close behind me, but was able to maintain my position even after my spill. I can only assume they had some trouble negotiating the corner also. Melas was a good example of a course that the worn line definitely wasn’t always the fastest. As the rain kept falling, the worn line started to become slicker and slicker because of the slick mud it created. To top off a great day, my dad attended his first cyclocross race along with my wife and son. Unsurprisingly given the conditions, my dad thinks we are all a little crazy.
I was happy with how I raced. Even though the conditions were deteriorating as the day went on, I was actually a little faster in the second race: