The Love of Bike Racing

The good old days.....

By now I'm pretty sure everyone knows how I got into Cyclocross.  I've mentioned it a few times here and there (ok everywhere).  You all know that I fell in love with Cyclocross INSTANTLY, it was like I had this personal connection with the sport, it came to me naturally.  When I wasn't racing, I was thinking about racing, all I wanted to do was race Cyclocross, all I wanted to do was get better, go faster, and have fun.  I smiled through every turn and every pedal stroke.  When the season was over all I thought about was, when can I race again, when will it start again?  I rode so I could be better, I bought a mountain bike so I could be a better cyclocross racer.  My life, even at the grassroots level, was all cyclocross, live and breathe, train for cyclocross.  All I wanted was cyclocross all the time.  

Racing brought so much joy to my life, the weekends with amazing people, even the drive from Bellingham to Seattle warmed my heart.  Driving in the pouring rain, knowing I was going to sit outside all day and watch races and get to race my bike in the mud, the grass, and with my friends.  Even the late night drive home from Seattle brings back warm and fuzzy feelings.  Chris and I playing the guessing game of how long the border wait was for the Canadians.  There was something really special about racing back then.  Something that no amount of prize money, no amount of articles written about you, no amount of Facebook friends, or Instagram followers can give you.  

I went into this season wanting to be the best, wanting to be better than I've ever been.  I believe in myself that I can be, that I can and will do better than last year, but in the past 2 weeks while on the East Coast racing, I've forgotten why I race.  I didn't start racing because I wanted to win.  Winning is something special, and no matter what, it always feels good, but I started racing to be a part of something, to find a hobby, to have fun, and to smile.  The fact that I'm now racing at the top of the sport Nationally is something that I didn't ever dream of when I started racing.  It just happened, and I feel so lucky to be where I am today.  I'm so lucky my sponsors and fans believe in me, they cheer for me near and far, it brings tears to my eyes to know someone cares THAT much about me.  

Gloucester

I struggled big time the first day of Gloucester, but Gloucester always does that to me.  I believe mental attitude is a large part of racing and can really make or brake a race.  How bad can you suffer?  How much can you tell yourself YES, as a matter of fact, you CAN go harder.  A positive mental attitude can take you a long way, and I've witnessed it multiple times in my racing career (with myself).  I raced the first day at Gloucester, but my brain wasn't sending the right connections to my legs to work hard.  My brain was saying "this is hard, I don't want your legs to hurt that bad, lets stay here".  I didn't push when I needed to push, I didn't smile when I should have, and I didn't have fun.  I walked away from the race disappointed in myself, not because of my result, but because I didn't race like I should have.  I improved my attitude and outlook on Sunday and felt much better about my racing and my result.  

I've found I've been too caught up in worrying about results, how am I going to be better than last year, did I train enough, and where am I going to finish, too focused on results and pleasing people, that I haven't smiled, I haven't had fun.  I haven't been me.  I've received multiple texts from friends "remember to have fun, and remember why you do it".  My favorite text was "you don't get paid enough to worry about it".  My job is obviously to be the best I can be, but to represent my sponsors, because they support me because of me and who I am.  I smile because I love smiling, it's the best, I have a positive attitude and outlook and I go with the flow.  That's who I am.  I talk to those that will talk to me, I race hard because I love racing, I love riding my bike.  

Providence day 1, Run Up and Dave McElwaine telling me to go faster.

The second day of Providence brought me SO MUCH JOY.  That day left me elated, results don't show it, but I raced so hard, with so much heart and I had SO MUCH FUN.  I took the hole shot this day, knowing I wanted a good start, by the 2nd turn I was passed and was comfortably sitting  2nd wheel.  I sat in the main group for 2.5 laps, until my chain dropped when I took a curb a little too rough.  I was pretty bummed when it happened, I pulled over on the course, jumped off my bike, and watched as the group rode away from me.  It's funny when you're racing you don't focus on whats going on behind you, ever.  So I never know how far back people are, or if theres a gap.  When I jumped off my bike to put the chain back on it took a bit before I even saw another racer, and then it was racer after racer after racer, and I watched as all these ladies passed me.  I tried my best to not get into my head when this happened, to not be disappointed, and just go with the flow.  In a way I'm happy my chain dropped, because it allowed me to relax, to have fun, and to remember why cyclocross is so awesome.  While I didn't achieve the result I wanted, I achieved everything I wanted that day.  I fought hard to chase back as many spots as I could.  I smiled every time I rode past the beer garden and over the fly overs were people were SCREAMING my name.  I dug where I knew I needed to dig, and sat in where I knew I should sit in.  I remembered why racing my bike is fun, I remembered why I race my bike, and when I finished, I finished with a smile and a sense of accomplishment.  

The week post Providence brought a lot of frustrations and emotions for me.  I began to question what I'm doing, and why I'm doing it.  I went through some serious stages of denial, acceptance, and tears, ready to give up, throw in the towel.  I turned a new circle when I realized what I wanted to race for and why I want to race.  I thought back to the beginnings of my cyclocross adventures, to my first couple of races, to the joy racing brought me, and I realized I need to find that joy, and the satisfaction of racing will come.  I don't need to be out there racing and thinking about what place I'm racing for, I need to be out there to RACE my bike, to focus on each turn, each acceleration, and enjoying every moment.  I'm racing to be a better person and a better racer, I'm racing for the challenges it brings on and off the course.  I want to bring joy to the races, I want rainbows, and hearts, and unicorns at the races.  I want smiles and hugs and positive attitudes, and that is what I want to bring to the races, that is why I love to race my bike.  

These ladies...they make me smile.

These ladies...they make me smile.

Vegas, the showdown

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas....

Forget that, I'm sharing all about Vegas!

If you've been following me for a couple years now, you might know that Vegas, for the past couple of years has been my kryptonite.  My first year racing Vegas (my first really big UCI race) I had a last row call up in a field of 50-ish riders and finished in lucky number 13, my first ever UCI point!  My second year of Vegas, I finished 11th, so close to the top ten, but just not quite there!  The rest of the year I went on to finish in the top ten in every other domestic UCI race I entered.  Last year, I was having a good race and was feeling really awesome, until at the bottom of the far fly over my bars slipped down, and I had to pit, losing the group I was in, and falling outside the top ten.  Bummer.  This year it was a World Cup, and my sights of a top ten finish, well the goal was there, but I just wasn't sure it was possible.  

I had an okay call up, technically I was in row 3, not too bad, but when you're in a race with Euros, it's more like row 2.5  We're very orderly here in the US, at World Cup events it's a "shove your wheel where there is space" kind of gig.  We started, and it seems everyone went quite fast in front of me, and I, I was passed by a swarm of people.  A bad start off the line left me fighting for spots in the start loop.  Everywhere I wanted to go, so did someone else, and I ended up falling even further back.  By the end of the start loop I found myself near the back, wondering what just happened.  Turns out...that wasn't so bad, because by the first big turn everyone was coming to a dead stop, and I was able to find some good gaps where people weren't, and passed 10-15 people.  From there, same thing in the next couple of turns, by mid course I think I found myself mid pack, and apparently on the tail end of the chase group (even though I felt like I was constantly chasing)....it's funny how when you're racing you perceive something so different than what viewers see.  

Thanks Dave for the pictures!

Thanks Dave for the pictures!

Two laps in I realized how bad it was hurting and how if I kept up this pace I was going to blow up like balloon, so instead I dangled off the back and watched as girls fell off the back of the group nearly every half lap.  Each time someone fell off, I would catch them, work with them, and then attack when I felt like I could, and then catch the next person.  If you followed the race, you know I gradually worked my way up to 13th place.  The last lap was one of the hardest laps I've done, my right leg was fighting cramps and I knew the gals behind me where closing in quickly.  I kept yelling at my left leg, WORK HARDER, so my right quad wouldn't cramp.  I stayed as focused as I could and put every effort I had in to the very last few turns to cross the line in 13th.  The last lap I kept telling myself how badly I wanted 13th place, how I didn't want to be caught (obviously I was hoping to catch up to 12th place), but 13th was somewhat symbolic to me.  My first big UCI race I finished 13th in Vegas, and the first Wold Cup in US soil I finished 13th.  It's like my lucky number now.  

My favorite part of Vegas was staying in an awesome host house off the strip.  It's such a different vibe in Vegas when you can stay somewhere away from the Strip.  I also planned the trip with Mical Dyck, so it was really fun to have a traveling buddy for the duration of the trip (of course Chris came too but only for parts of it), and she was a lovely travel partner, and of course Chris did his job of building bikes and acting as head Chef for Mical and I, it was quite wonderful, thank you!  

The day after the race Mical and I rode around the neighborhoods by our host house and then we went and toured Interbike, which is always more exhausting than you think it will be, do you think they spray sleepy gas into the hotels there so you will buy coffee or water?  Even though the Trade Show can be exhausting it's always a great place to catch up with sponsors and see other industry friends.  I love getting the chance to chat with my sponsors in person, thank them, and hang out at their booths for awhile.  My favorite part was heading over to the KASK booth and seeing my Infinity helmet they made for me last year on display on their "Wall of Fame" for all their Pro Athletes helmets.  Pretty awesome if you ask me.  They've also dedicated that pink as "my pink", also pretty awesome.  

Friday Mical and I packed the car and took the incredibly scenic (thats a joke) drive to Reno to race CrossReno, put on by Teal Stetson Lee.  I wanted to go to this race originally since the Montreal WC was canceled, I figured why not, WD40 bike was supporting it, there was a decent prize purse, Nationals are going to be in Reno in 2018, and I thought, heck why not.  As the trip started to get closer and the season finally kicked me in the face, I was regretting my decision, the weekend after Vegas is always really exhausting, and being at home sounded really awesome, but I had made the plans and I was sticking with it.  I'm glad I did, I was able to experience Reno, race one of the hardest CX races I've ever done, and hanging out with the super fun WD40 gang (and my friends at the races, which is always awesome).  

Thanks Jeff Namba for the awesome shot of Reno!

Thanks Jeff Namba for the awesome shot of Reno!

Have you heard? Cross is here.

Welcome to the 2015/2016 Cyclocross season, it has arrived!

I've been kind of purposely not blogging.  I haven't figured out a good topic, no, how about a GREAT topic.  Cyclocross is always a GREAT topic, so lets talk CX.  

This summer was a crazy blur of work, training, and putting together my sponsors and program for the year.  I was extremely late to the "get your sponsor" game, due to topics I don't need to discuss on the World Wide Web, but I am extremely excited to be working with the same sponsors from last year, plus a couple of new ones.  I love having a one on one relationship with my sponsors, I love talking directly to them and thanking them for everything they do.  I love that I trust my sponsors and their product, that when I'm making a sales pitch to someone, I truly and honestly believe they should use x, y, z of my sponsors.  

But Courtenay, who ARE your sponsors?  Lets review, plus one comment on why I LOVE each product:

Rock Lobster (aka Paul Sadoff):  hands down, my favorite bike (next to my Transition Scout) to ride.  Why I love Paul's bikes, they fit me.  #1, I'm 5'3 (maybe 5'3.5), I'm short, stock bikes, they aren't made for short people, and they come with a lot of toe overlap with the front wheel (in my experience) or a top tube that is just too long for me.  Plus, my bike is hand made in the USA, Santa Cruz, CA to be exact.  I love repping my Rock Lobster frames across the Nation and Globe. In a sea of carbon, my aluminum handmade bike, gets the job done, and it gets the job done FAST.  Plus, Paul's bikes are beautiful and sometimes when I'm racing people sing "Rock Lobster" to me.  

American Classic Wheels:  Why I love these wheels?  Aside from the company being wonderful and incredibly good people, their light and durable wheels, that spin up really fast.  They handle anything form rough to smooth terrain and take it like a champ!

Lizard Skins:  Bar tape, crusher!  I LOVE this bar tape, why?  For starts I use the DSP 2.5 mm bar tape, it has lots of cushion when going over any bumpy terrain, but my absolutely favorite part about this bar tape, when it rains, it's grippy and it's self cleaning!  The bar tape ACTUALLY gets cleaner in the rain.  Stop by your local bike shop and buy a roll to see how awesome it is for yourself.  If you live in Bellingham, Bikesport carries it.  

KASK: My favorite helmet supplier.  Why I love their helmets?  They're the most comfortable helmet I have ever worn, and I've worn quite a few helmets.  The retention system is really amazing, you can adjust the back system to place it wherever on your head is the most comfortable and then tighten it from there.  The chin strap?  It's leather, only the best for this fine Italian company.  The helmets also come in a large variety of colors, which makes it a lot of fun when trying to find the right helmet to match your team kit!  I would say one of the best features about the KASK helmets, they don't dent my head like other helmets I have worn!  Big thumbs up from me!

WD40 Bike:  Only the best in bike cleaning products (and once again, people).  This is a small company run down in Southern California.  I know most of you know about WD40 Bike, because they spend their time cleaning your bikes at the biggest and most fun events on the UCI CX Calendar (plus other events around the US during the other times of the year).  They don't mess around with their water based products, follow instructions and your bikes will be sparkly clean and your chains lubed well!  My favorite part?  Smell their chain lube, it's something out of an Axe commercial.  

Borah Teamwear:  If you're looking for a new clothing company for your local team, may I suggest Borah Teamwear?  But Courtenay, you HAVE to say that.  Remember how I said I use product I trust and believe in?  This company has awed me in SO many ways.  A (once again) hand made product in the USA (Wisconsin to be exact) with the best customer service.  I can't even put into words how amazing of an experience I had producing my kit with Borah.  Their turn around was also incredibly fast, maybe 3 weeks, 4 at most.  The quality of their clothing is nothing but top notch, seriously.  I'm in love with their bib shorts, which I'm REALLY picky about, they fit well, are flattering, and their powerband actually stays down on my leg!  If you want to check out some of their clothing pieces, find me at a race and I would be glad to show it off.  Did I mention how much I love the way my kit turned out?  They nailed it!  

Fizik:  Bars, stems, seat posts, and saddles have never felt so good before.  I'm super excited to running with Fizik, and their saddles keep my backside happy.  

TRP:  Have you seen the new TRP thru axle forks?  Next time you see my bikes, look at the fork, holy smokes they are beautiful!  Not only is TRP supplying me with some top notch forks, but also I will be running the Sprye SLC for all my braking needs.  I'm digging the braking predictability with the disc breaks, so far, so good!

Bikesport:  Just your friendly local Bellingham bike shop which will provide me with some awesome overhaul and bike needs throughout the season.  Stop into Bikesport for any and all of your biking needs, they have a lovely collection of items and great customer service.  

Dave Pearson:  Just your not so average friend who has raced cross forever and wants me to do well, so he has adapted the task of tire gluer, product grabber, and the make sure you bike is built guy.  He's all around pretty awesome.  

Other supporters include (not in any particular order):

Clement cycling, Stages Cycling, Smith OpticsGE Capital, Alliant, United Healthcare, Zones, Xelleration, Digipen, Meltzer Group, The Moore Hotel, Kibble and Prentice, and Motofish.  

If you see me at the races please be sure to say hello!  I am a little bit of a gypsy bike racer, so my home base does change for every race, but don't be shy, find me, say hello!  If you have any product questions feel free to drop me a message on my contact me page, I love answering peoples questions, or even just a friendly hello works too!

Thank you for always supporting me, following a long, and cheering from the side.  

The most magical place on earth

Panorama of the bay when the tide is in. 

Panorama of the bay when the tide is in. 

I believe Walt Disney had it wrong when he called “The Magic Kingdom" the most magical place on earth.  Yes, that castle is quite beautiful, the images, the fireworks behind it at night when Disney puts on their show, the way the castle can look huge on camera, but yet in real person, it’s quite small.  That’s pretty magical.  It’s quite clear that Walt Disney never visited Vancouver Island, or better yet, The Comox Valley.  The main portion of the valley is comprised of Comox, Courtenay (my town), and Cumberland.  Each place holds an extremely special place in my heart.  My families beach house sits across the beach in the city limits of Comox (only on technicality, because the city is only one road, and not the ones above it), I was named after the town of Courtenay, and Cumberland has some of the most fun mountain biking with the most incredible views of the valley below, the Straight of Georgia, and the mountains of the Sunshine Coast. 

If you look closely, you can see a little place called "tree island".  Growing up we LOVED going to tree island.  

If you look closely, you can see a little place called "tree island".  Growing up we LOVED going to tree island.  

Why is this place so magical?  It might have something to do with the fact that I’ve practically grown up here in the summer time, and it might have something to do with how it truly is magical.  Growing up we were so lucky to have a beautiful place to roam, free of danger, and nothing to do but get sand in our pants.  When I’m at the beach I have a beautiful back drop of the mountainous Sunshine Coast.  I can watch the views of the Bald Eagles flying in the wind, perched on top of the trees looking for lunch.  They’re some of the most majestic and beautiful birds I have ever seen.  When I’m sick of swimming in salt water, and I want a little more of a thrill, I can hop in the car and find a swimming hole at one of the local rivers.  Want to swim in some rushing water and a place that will keep you guessing when walking down the river?  No problem.  Want a big rock to jump off of into a calm pool of water?  The valley has that covered too.  Want to float the river for an all day excursion?  Lets make it happen.  Did I mention the mountain biking?  It never gets old.  The first time I rode in Cumberland, it stole my heart for my most favorite place to ride, from the flowy, bridge filled trails, to the most amazing views of the scenes below.  My most favorite thing to do in the summer post a hot sweaty mountain bike ride, is head to the river to wash the sweat off and cool down.  Once you’ve cooled down from the cold river, we head back to the beach, sit in our floaty with our beverage of choice and let the tide bring us back to shore.  It truly doesn’t get any better than that.  Hawaii is paradise, but the Comox Valley is magical. 

Now pair all of this up with the friendly Canadians and you couldn’t ask for a more magical place on earth. 

Which brings me to this.  Chris and I have travelled to Cumberland to do a couple of races.  It started last year when we went up for the 12 hours of Cumberland, support a small local race, race some new trails, challenge ourselves on a team of two, and stay at the beach.  The friendly faces and personalities of the locals brought us back for more this year.  We came up in April for the Cumberland XC race, and boy did they show us what a XC race should be like, nearly 100% single track and nothing but smiles.  We followed up the XC race with the 2015 edition of 12 Hours of Cumberland this past weekend, and boy it did not disappoint! 

Chris and I once again teamed up for the event.  This year they changed the course up a bit, added a single track climb at the beginning before hitting the logging road to the main single track parts of the course.  Once off the logging road we got the chance to flow on some single track, which included lots and lots of pedaling before hitting the fast and rocky Crafty Butcher descent.  From there, we had more climbing before hitting a wide open descent to a very pedally flat’ish trail that requires ALMOST as much focus as Hush Hush on Chuckanut Mountain.  This trail was called “josh’s trail”.  I don’t know who Josh is, but I was cursing him right around lap 8 or 9.  The trail was super tight with trees all around you, and soft dirt because I think it was freshly cut this spring. 

Done and dusted.  That was hard!

Done and dusted.  That was hard!

The entire day went off without a hitch, for the most part.  I did happen to make a wrong turn on my first lap, went down the wrong trail, back up it, and then down it again when someone told me that was right way (it wasn’t).  Chris also did flat 3 times, but that’s not surprising to us at all, now is it?  Chris and I ended up finishing 24 laps, 12 each, with a total of 12,000 feet of climbing between the two of us, and nearly 180 kilometers.  We had time for one more, but neither of us had the energy or the legs to go out for one more lap.  Compared to last year, this course was far more physically demanding than it was last year.  The inclusion of more single track, the single track climb, and that darn Josh, adding his trail in, really increased the amount of physical and mental energy needed to get through a lap. 

Friends near and far, I urge you to take a trip to this magical place on Vancouver Island.  Visit the coastal town of Comox, the city of Courtenay, and the Village of Cumberland.  Bring your mountain bike, your road bike, your paddleboard, your swim suit.  Bring your free spirit, your best friend, you will not be disappointed. 

Dusty and exhausted!  

Dusty and exhausted!  

Winners in the Co-Ed 2 person category.  We love those Beardsley Mugs!!!

Winners in the Co-Ed 2 person category.  We love those Beardsley Mugs!!!

A decade of remembrance

Believe me, I know I've been slacking.  And I have about 4 different blog posts that mention it, and I haven't even finished them, and by now, it's past the point of it being good anymore.  So instead of writing about the sub-par end to my amazing season, let me Q you in on a little bit about me.  

I turned 30 on Monday March 23rd.  In my opinion, that's a milestone birthday.  All through my twenties I still felt like a kid, just an overgrown kid.  Some may argue with me and tell me that 30 is still "just a kid", but I think for the first time in my life I might (sometimes) refer to myself as an adult.  Leading up to 30 I was in a lot of denial, there was NO way I was going to be 30, I haven't done ANYTHING with my life!  I'm not where 10 year-old Courtenay thought she would be at 30, and quite frankly, I'm REALLY happy to not be there.  As I look back at my Twenties, there is absolutely nothing I would take back.  I lived my life to the fullest and I am so incredibly happy to be where I am right now.

My four years of undergrad at WWU were some of my favorite times, where I made some amazing memories and met some amazing people.  In my four years of college, I partied harder than I ever will again in my life (ever, and I wonder how I made it out unscathed), I met my (now) husband, I made some of the most amazing life long friends, experienced Spring Break in Mexico, I started on my future career path at the age of 19, I was introduced to riding bikes, I ran 3 marathons, and more halves than I can remember.  

It wasn't until after my undergrad and into my Masters at WWU that I discovered the world of racing bikes, I realized I was in love with Chris, I grew to love Bellingham more and more, moved in with Chris, and discovered that I would LOVE cyclocross more than I ever thought possible.  

It wasn't until after I graduated with my Masters that I discovered how much I loved racing my bike, and it wasn't until the year Chris and I married that I discovered I could potentially race at the top level.  It wasn't until my last year in my twenties that I found a family in the entire CX racing community across the country, that I felt like I belonged somewhere.  It was in my 20's that I discovered the reality of life, where I learned to deal with living pay check to pay check.  It was in my twenties that I learned about the world of addiction, I learned I can pave my path, but I can't change others.  

I'm so grateful to be where I am today to have learned the lessons I have.  I'm so lucky to live my life, to know the people I do, to have the friends I have.  I've heard from multiple people how their 30's where their best times of their life.  If my 30's are going to be better than my 20's, then holy cow, I can't wait for the next 10 years of my life.  

A look back at my last 10 years:

20: On the morning of my 20th birthday I learned the valuable lesson, that a car is not a house on wheels.  Do not leave any prized possessions in your Honda Civic, it will get broken into, and your belongings will be stollen.  This was just the beginning of my poor little civiy getting broken into.  

21: I spent my 21st birthday visiting my life long friend in California.  I spent my first night as a 21 year old in a bar in LA, and learned to never go to DisneyLand with a hangover while vomiting up stomach acid.  

22: I spent my 22nd birthday experiencing Spring Break in CABO!  Tequila, jello shots, and chips and salsa will always bring back memories.  At 22 is when I first met Chris and graduated from College.

23:  At 23, Chris and I shared our first "I love you's" and I decided it would be best to go back to school and get my Masters.  It didn't take long for me realize I didn't want to be in school anymore, but I suffered my way through, and I'm glad I did.  This year Chris and I also took our first road trip together (and I believe we haven't done one since….) down the coast to Disneyland.  I had a blast, but that's the last time I let Chris "plan" a vacation.

24:  It wasn't I was 24 that I decided it was time to try Cyclocross.  I saved my pennies and bought an entry level bike, big green.  Big green and I fell in love with CX after the first race, and unfortunately it wasn't until the end of the season that I bought big green, so we had a little taste of what CX was about, and we had to wait nearly a year to race again!  

25:  I graduated with my Masters in Human Movement.  Not much else happened here.  Perhaps, this is when I moved in with Chris.

26:  Dec. 19. 2011 Chris asked me to marry him.  Apparently, I said yes.

27:  Chris and I wed, and I raced in my first UCI CX race in Vegas 4 days after our wedding.  With a last row call up, I finished 13th. That was pretty awesome.  At 27, the entire NW CX community got together and helped pitch my way to UCI CX races.  You guys are the best.

28:  At 28, I ho'ed and hummed over the thought of giving bike racing another shot at the top level.  I just wasn't sure.  I'm certainly glad I stuck with it.  :-) 

29:  You better believe that I spent my last day in twenties, on my bike, smiling the whole time, with people who support me and my endeavors.  The last year of 20's, my oh my.  When Chris asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday, all I said was "ride my mountain bike and eat cake on the mountain with my friends".  Yes, this is what I did.  We went for a nice long 5 hour ride through Chuckanut, Blanchard, and Galbraith and I smiled the entire way.  Thank You friends for joining me.  

Here's to the  next ten years of my life.  Thanks for coming along for the ride!

Persistance Pays Off.

I know I've slacked on updating per every race, but that's what happens when you're me!  I'll update you with the other Mid West races I did, but I want to talk Jingle Cross, because well I know you're all dying to hear about it.  

As you learned in my previous post, I've really struggled with what to write.  I like my posts to have a reason to every post, I like there to be something sentimental, funny, something to learn from.  I haven't been able to find that topic to talk about to wrap my races around.  This weekend, I needed it and I wanted it.  More than any racer, any reader, anyone could ever know.  I've worked really hard the past 12 months.  The past 3-4 months have been an emotional roller coaster and I've done a really good job to not show it.  You know what, lets just say the past 4 years have been an emotional roller coaster.  For the past…I don't know, couple years I've wanted to write a blog post about this, but I never have, for fear that it will get read (ironic right)?  But it's at the point, where this is going to get written and the world can read it, and I'm going to try to write it without tears (failed so far).  

I have a brother, and he's a lying, manipulative, drug addict.  My brother and I have always shared a special connection and bond.  He's 7 years older than I am, and growing up he always knew the right words to say to calm me down and lift me up.  I love my bother, he's my big brother and I'm his littler sister.  We used to have a ritual on Thanksgiving that started when I was in high school, every Thanksgiving we would go to see a movie together.  I will always remember this time together.  Even if looking back at it, he was high for a lot of those times.  My brother is in jail now.  His drug of choice is Heroin.  In 2010 he was on his death bed, and my family convinced him to go to treatment and his life was saved.  Words can't describe the horror our family was put through.  I don't ever wish a drug addicted sibling upon anyone.  He's struggled since he got out of treatment, but it wasn't until this summer that he truly relapsed back on the drug.  He relapsed in July, he lied and manipulated us.  At the end of August he called me asking for help, he wouldn't go to treatment because he had "work".  He tried to detox himself and ended up in the hospital for 6 days because his kidneys are at 30% function from his drug use.  Chris and I spent 12 hours moving him out of his apartment in the pouring rain while he sat in the ER, 1 week prior to CrossVegas.  I slept less than 6 hours a night that week, between work, "training", talking to him on the phone trying to calm him down from his panic attacks, and visiting him at the hospital, I had no time to myself.  By Friday that week I was in tears, I was an emotional tired wreck.  I kept telling myself I wouldn't let him bring me down, the racing season was starting and I didn't want him to be the reason I raced poorly.  I keep telling myself I won't let him bring me down.  I won't.  But sometimes no matter how much you tell yourself something, it just doesn't always happen.  My phone is always on silent now, because of him, because I don't want that phone call that causes the deep pit in my stomach, and I've decided if I just ignore my phone I won't get that pit.  

Once I left for Vegas and the season started he convinced me he was doing so well.  When I got back from the east coast, I was ready for a nice mental break from racing and some time at home.  I wasn't home for 24 hours before he called me to tell me he was arrested for a DUI.  He wouldn't stop calling me that week asking for bail, convincing us that he wasn't under any influence.  My parents decided to bail him out after 4 days, then he went and served time in King County for 7 days (had a warrant for previous charges).  He was released the same day I left for St. Louis.  One week later when I was in Cincinnati I received word from his housemate (at a clean and sober house) that he was arrested for a DUI.  He didn't he even make it 1 week.  1 week and he was arrested again.  I haven't spoken to him since, I don't even know when the last time we spoke was.  He didn't call anyone to tell us he was in jail this time, he knows we can't help him.  I love my brother so much, but this has to stop.  I keep telling myself it won't affect me, and when I'm around my CX family, it doesn't.  I know my brother is proud of my racing, I wish I could share this weekend with him, my real brother, not my addict brother.  

This weekend taught me a lot of things.  First off, this weekend showed me that no matter how emotionally draining your life outside of racing is, it doesn't have to rule you.  You can always stand on top of something that is trying to bring you down.  Sometimes after a race when I'm lying in bed thinking at a 1000 thoughts per minute, I think about my brother.  I think about addicts, I think how can I change the world, how can I increase drug awareness to those that think only homeless, family-less people do drugs.  I wonder how can I race in honor of someone who has a big heart, but is so jaded and trapped in a substance filled life.  Michael, I love you, I race hard for myself, but you're always in the back of my mind.  Your positive, manipulating spirit will always be there, wether you're in jail or not, dead or alive.  Thank you for giving me something to think about.  

Not only did I need this weekend to pick me up from my emotional life outside of cycling, I needed this weekend to prove to myself that this is right, this is the right direction for me.  It is.  I know it, and the best part of the weekend wasn't standing on top of the podium on Sunday, the best part was opening up my email this afternoon and reading this:

"Congrats on the great weekend in Iowa City. On Thursday night at the meet the pros night you said you wanted to be one the podium and I guess you succeeded in that goal since you were on each step of the podium!! My 3 girls had such a great time meeting you and talking with you. Thanks for taking the time with them as they were still talking about the lady in pink and blue clothes this morning. You definitely have a new family of fans from the Midwest. Good luck on the rest of your season and we hope to see you again next year at Jingle Cross!"

It's the people you meet and influence along the way.  The fans, your friends, other racers.  If I can put a smile on someones face and make them feel good then I'm happy.  If I can help support other racers just getting into their grooves, that makes me happy, help support them when they're feeling down, and lift them higher when their feeling high.  Or maybe it's just giving the time of day to those most adorable little girls who just want to say hello.  

I'm proud of what I've accomplished and where I have come from.  I'm proud of what I've done, and I'm proud that I never gave up.  I'm thankful for those that pushed me to do this when I wanted to give it all up.  I'm so happy to have such a strong community of crossers at home that believed in me to get me where I am.  Thank You.  I know I have said it a million times, but words can't express my gratitude.  I will keep racing hard for you guys, I think it's the best way I can repay you right now.  

Onto the "report"

Friday's race was a cold one, it had to have been less than 20 degrees.  As we know, I love racing in the dark, and it was a night race that was really well lit.  We had a grueling run up (or ride if you chose to), with a fun decent, and then some frozen grassy turns.  I had a good start, tried to remain calm, and found myself finishing 2nd and riding with Katerina Nash until the last lap when she decided she was done riding with me.  Up until this day, I didn't ever think that was possible for me.  

Saturday morning my body was pretty tired from the Friday race, but who wasn't tired?  Saturday was the C1 and John Meehan wanted us to know it was the C1.  So he decided we needed to go up Mt. Krumpit 2x.  Up the run up from Friday night, down the same downhill, and then up the backside to the top top and down the face of Mt. Krumpit.  No matter how hard this course was, I think it was my favorite configuration of all the times I have done Jingle Cross.  The decent down Mt. Krumpit was really awesome, the best one, I loved it every lap, and I can't lie when I say I was happy woe nay did 4 laps that day.  I was holding strong in 2nd, until the last time up the climb and was caught at the top of the decent and finished 3rd.  I seem to be really good at finishing 3rd in the C1's.  Just when we finished racing the snow started falling.

3rd step

Sunday I woke up (really late, as in an hour before we needed to leave the house) to a couple of inches of snow on the ground and knew the day would be epic and all about staying upright.  Sunday felt the coldest of all the days, I think it was because of the wet snow.  When I first rode the course it was pretty dicey in sections, and I was riding it pretty cautiously.  An hour later I rode it again and realized it was thawing out a little bit as it was getting ridden on more.  Being the third day I wasn't very motivated to warm up, actually I rode the course for 2 laps and then spun on the trainer for 5 minutes, after all it was the third day of racing!  I knew at the start I wanted a solid start with most of the start stretch being covered in snow.  Turns out I had a pretty good start and took the hole shot, and then Meredith Miller quickly came around me.  I held my cool when I went into the logs about 4-5 people back.  After all I just wanted to stay upright.  When we hit the base of the climb I was about 3rd (i can't remember perhaps it was fourth).  Katerina and Magahlie took off and I did everything I could to try to catch up to them.  Going into the next couple of laps Katerina continued to make a gap over the field and I progressively was catching up to Maghalie and trying to hold off the chasers behind me, all while trying to convince my shoes to clip into my pedals.  On the third lap I caught Maghalie at the base of climb, she was really struggling to get her feet clipped in.  Now I was in the chase, actually honestly when you're racing against someone like Katerina Nash, I kind of get it in my head that I'm just trying to hold onto my 2nd position, so thats what I did, after all she had over a 30 second gap.  I raced to hold my position, until the final time up the climb on the last lap, when the crowds went CRAZY.  I mean CRAZY.  I can thank the crowds for my blazing last lap.  At the base of the climb all of the sudden I hear:

"You're closing the gap"

"she's off her bike, she's running, you can catch her"

I look up and see she is literally running her bike up the hill because she couldn't get clipped in, I then dug that much harder.  I look up again and she's now riding her bike, so I figured she must had gotten clipped in.  When I reached the top of the climb she was already on the downhill, being a World Class mountain biker I thought there would be no way to catch her now, she would rally the decent, so I did my best to "rally" as much as I could.  I got the last section of the decent and saw her seconds away from me, and realized at that moment if I caught her on the downhill there was no way she was in her pedals, so I put in a dig, and caught her at the top of the little rise.  I had a moment of disbelief and realized at that moment I didn't know what to do.  Do I stay with her?  Do I go?  Then I came to and realized I needed to go.  So I put in a really hard dig, really really really hard.  I went hard, well Courtenay hard.  When I passed the pits everyone in the pits started screaming "she's pitting, GOOOO".  The spectators where going even more crazy at this point.  I put my head down and did everything I possibly could to go fast, but keep it smooth to stay upright.  One mistake and it was my race to lose.  The last twisty section on the far end of the course was not my forte, so I knew I needed to be smooth, but yet quick through those.  Katerina was closing in really quickly, I just had to get through them cleanly and to the straight away and knew I could have it from there (hopefully).  I pedaled so hard to the end, and since I don't ride my bike well with no handlebars, and I was 100% gassed I had a 1 handed salute and huge smile.  I can't believe that just happened.  I'm still trying to fathom what happened, and that it happened.  

The race taught me, never give up in a race because you never know what might happen in front of you.  Push through, always work hard, and keep moving forward.  Thank you Katerina for racing bikes with me this weekend.  To have the chance to race against such an accomplished rider is truly a privilege!