It’s not time to get nervous. But nervous I am getting.
Tomorrow is a big day for me.
How big, you ask?
Tomorrow is the day I have been thinking about since March.
The idea occurred to me on a bone-chilling ride up Skyliner Drive.
Cyclocross Nationals – I want to be a part of that.
I road all spring and summer; attempting to race a road bike.
Learning I had a lot to learn.
Learning to push pedals and spin wheels is easy; racing a bike is a whole other ball game.
I started skills practice in early August.
My stutter step is all-but-gone.
I have driven to Portland just about every weekend this fall.
I am no different than any other lover of cross.
Sacrificing late Saturday nights and lazy Sunday mornings.
Spending the “date night” money on race entries or new pedals.
Tomorrow I will stand at the starting line of my first Cyclocross Nationals Race.
Looking around I will see only familiarity; but I will feel something new.
I am uncertain of all the thoughts that will run through my mind right before the gun sounds, but
I hope to clearly see the experience for what it is; an honor to be riding my bike and a chance to race like I am crazy.