run with your heart of stone
So I don’t think I put this little story in the race journal, but it’s pretty awesome.
So before I race when I’m warming up, I always have to pee about fifty times. I get nervous, and that nervousness gets out of my system by peeing every five minutes before I get on the line.
So I was warming up and went to pee again for probably the third time since I got on the trainer. There were portopotties behind one of the buildings sort of on the course. I rode over there on the grass, hopped down the curb and went to pee.
As I came back, I went to hop back up the curb, but forgot an imporant part of that action: Actually pulling up my front tire.
So I slammed into the curb, my tube popped, and I slammed my knee into my stem and crashed. On the curb. Before my final race on the way back from the bathroom.
I quickly got up, looked around to see if anyone saw how idiotic I am, and walked back to the trainer area to get a team wheel.
Not only did I pop my tube, but I gouged out my tire to the point that it is unsafe to ride and I dinged the rim of my wheel. But it’s okay, because they’re really old, and I’m amazed they haven’t blown up in a field sprint yet.
So yeah, even after a season of cross, I still can’t handle my bike.
