Sherwood crushes souls.
I’m on a few major deadlines this week, so I might not be able to pull a full race report together but this is just to say – thank you.
You on the hill with the screaming.
You at the creek crossing with the cowbell.
You in the River City tent with all that urgency.
You next to that bumpy ass meadow telling me to hang on!
Sherwood equestrian center dished out sheer brutality. Violence translated through seatposts and saddles.
Oh and the climb. That one that just kept getting longer and steeper and gravelly-er.
I wasn’t feeling any mojo yesterday until I came through the barriers on the first lap. I wanted to take the barriers at a steady pace, so as not to be blown up for the climb that followed.
But one of you said, “Charge!!!” and I couldn’t help myself.
I regretted it then, but I didn’t regret it when I woke up this morning.
Maybe it was the beer, but the crowds yesterday were among the best I’ve ever seen at the Crusades.
Waves of you rallying against the horse-shit covered, kidney-rattling, lung-exploding 2-mile monstrosity that threatened to make us all step off our bikes. Huge walls of sound – wide eyes, fists in the air.
Seriously. Best ever.
To everyone at Sherwood yesterday who cheered during the women’s race. I owe you one.
So many moments to remember.
So much pain to consider.
So much misery to embrace.
Maybe you liked the course and maybe you didn’t but I say, “Bring it back, Brad!”
Make it harder. Make us cry. We fucking love it.
[Photo credit: PDXcross]