
"If you go [with
a break], you can either win or not win. If you don't go for it, you definitely
won't win.” –Jens Voigt
This weekend I started
my race in the middle of the field. The days of a front line call-up are over
now that I’m racing Category 4. At Providence, I played it safe at the start and
lost places. This time I decided to be aggressive, hold my position, race “hard”
start to finish and take my chances on blowing up. I made it half way through
the third curve when I suddenly had the sensation of being upside-down. I
remember how blue the sky was – it had been cloudy the day before the race.
Thud! I was on my back in the middle of the field of racers. The bike lying
next to me wasn't mine. “Where’s my bike?”
Some random guy was trotting upstream
in the flow of racers to hand me my bike. Without pause, I superman mounted and
re-entered the race. Peddling away from the scene of the “accident” I started
to assess the damage. My bike seemed fine. My chain obviously stayed in place.
The shifters were aligned. I was missing some skin from my left knee. Other
than my knee, I’m okay. Bottom line, that crash was no big deal in comparison
to the mountain biking crashes I've endured. Two days later though, my ankle is
stiff, my back tight and I have a sore right buttock. 

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