 This
was my first bike race in almost two years, so I was a little
rusty and a lot slow. I warmed up fairly quickly and, thanks
to my special voodoo chants, the sun came out. After the initial pedal
frenzy, I found myself laboring through the muddy sinkholes.
Towards the middle of my first lap, I had an up close
and personal meeting with a couple of White pines, and then
the mud and rocks below them. This was the first of 6(I think)
crashes, (although I'm a little fuzzy due to the crash where
I hit my head on my frame).
Anyhoo, I like stories.
 Oh
yeah, upon reaching the water crossing, skepticism was quickly
replaced by the soothing numbing effect that the icy water
had on my bruised and scratched legs. If it wasn't for the
racers behind me, I may have taken even more time getting
through. The 2nd lap was definitely easier than the first,
as I crashed less and pedaled a bit faster. Even though I
am only bruised and cut around my face, neck, chest, arm,
thigh, calf, hand, and ankle areas, and owe Tim lunch for
beating me, I look forward to The Wahoo.
"Not So" Zippy Corning
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