To be perfectly honestly this is not my idea of a fun race, but knowing that my team mates and supporters were all going to be there, I knew I had to be apart of it. And I will admit - riding over lions gate bridge to get to the start at 5:30 am was pretty epic and worth the early wake up :)
|My cousin Steph and I at the Finish - all smiles always :)|
After a cruddy start, I was honestly considering just riding home (I was only a few blocks from there anyways), but I remembered I didn't have my house keys - so I really had no option :) (kidding of course!)
I managed to get into a group with my teammate Brandi, and some other people who I knew - so the ride started to improve. After suffering until Sqwamish with my group (about 15 of us 11 guys 4 girls), the guys started popping one by one, and I started to feel better the more we rode. After every climb I would look back and there would be one less person, which gave me a bit of a boost because I am not that fond of climbing myself. Soon there were 4, 2 girls, 2 guys - how's that for girl power :)
I was starting to feel great, and we were about 20 km from Whistler when BANG - flat tire. I may have cursed really loud... And because I was under the impression this was a regular race - I of course had no pump, no tube, no nothing. My group left me - and I decided to keep rolling easy until I found some help (as one does in a regular race). However - there was no one to be seen. For miles. I waved down a motor bike but they just took my picture instead. A couple Gran Fondo groups passed me - but no one offered me anything (i guess because I was still riding they thought I was just very slow haha). I may have evern stuck my thumb out to try and hitch a ride - still no takers :( Finally - Brandi was my savior and generously gave me her pump and tube. I was so happy to know I would make it back in time for the TRT party. PRIORITIES! I quickly fixed my flat (mtb racer style), got on (of course in the biggest gear), and a nice man pushed me to help get me going. And then.. BANG! WTF!? I cried. I just wanted to be done.
|Thomas and I climbed Mt Baker with Todds Racing a few weeks before hand.|
However - as soon as I got back on - guess who came storming by....the one and only Thomas Hass. I have met Thomas a few times and to me, he seems exactly like Jens Voight - So full of energy and so silly and SO FAST. As he rode past he yelled 'SUNSHINE - Lets go!', so of course I killed myself to get on his wheel, and was able to finish with my new idol :) That last 5 km was probably the hardest of the whole ride haha.
So - I didn't have a good result, and I didn't have a great ride, but it was a pretty solid story and I always love dropping guys.
|Helena, Kristine and I doing unusual training for the fondo...:)|
After the race we had an awesome TRT social, swim at the lake, and crashed a Lululemon party. All in all - a pretty sweet day. The next morning I rode home to North Van with two Italians who wore nothing but Rapha and spoke only once the whole way down. I too - had very few words.