I talked the Fat Runner (aka Troy) into going to Hood River with me. Troy is a tri-athlete and is bears quite a bit of responsibility for getting me back on a bike - so take your complaints to him.
Anyway, I was feeling confident because of the clinics and more injuries were healing. I had no idea what was in store for me.
We got there early and rode the course. It was a real eye opener! Not all barriers are at the end of a wide, smooth, flat section of grass. These guys were putting them behind blind corners on single track. I haven't practiced that! What the #$^@?
You know what else I hadn't practiced? Practicing mounting and dismounting when I am tired. By the end of the race, I wasn't even trying any more. I was coming to a complete stop to get on and off the bike. It was pretty pathetic.
Also, 3 weeks off the bike has a price.
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