Gran Prix of Gloucester, one of the largest ‘cross races in New England.
It’s one of those races that limits the individual race categories to 125 racers, and they sell out, with riders on a wait list. It’s one of those races that has riders in the lowest category (what should be analogous to “beginner”) traveling hundreds of miles to race on their bikes worth thousands of dollars.
This is my chance to a-“meh”-ze you with my unexceptional athletic performance.
crossresults.com), out of the 125 registered racers. Not ideal, but you take the cards you’re dealt. Starting that far back, I really had only one way to go, and that’s forward. Knowing that the competition would be fierce and that my fitness would be semi-average, my overall goal was to simply finish higher than I started. Not that I had delusions of a strong finish, I will say that the start was great for the first row, and chaos for the rest of us. It was a slightly downhill start that veered off on to an off-camber trail section with a few tight turns. Perfect for the front of the pack to leave the rest of the masses in a bottle-neck of bedlam. For me, I just wanted to stay upright, and move forward.
The remainder of the race was pretty much lots of pedaling, wheezing, gasping and more pedaling.
It was great to have some cheerleaders—most importantly, Jean, and of course, Jamie, Glen, Andy, Maggie, and Renee. Thanks y’all! And another thanks to Jean for capturing some of my suffering on pixels.
My efforts on Day One were worth 54th place. Please do your own golf clap.
Next up, Night Weasels!