Thanks for all the kind sentiments this last week. I’m completely blown away. I’m no hero. Seriously and deeply, I’m feeling the love and hell, trying my hardest to stay motivated to rip some legs off at the USGP finals here in Portland and Nationals in Bend.
I won’t lie, I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night all week. Tossing and turning… it is kind of ridiculous to be honest. Mentally I’m over it but emotionally? Clearly not.
Replaying the race over and over again in my head… (I could have attacked on the right, he should have gotten outta my way on the runup, I should not have waited up) coulda woulda shoulda
I’m not one for regret.
Sure, I could have attacked last Sunday when Sean bobbled and possibly gone on to win but, would forever have felt like a tool for attacking when my only rival in the race hit the deck in a silly tangle. There is no class in that. It was not a World Cup, I’m not a juiced up Euro, and I don’t need to take advantage of my only competitor’s mishap to win. It is the local Cross Crusade, and as awesome as winning the series would have been, it would not have been worth it to win like that.
I hope that makes sense, because I don’t regret it.
We took it right down to the line, 60 fucking minutes of pedaling our eyes out and we could not drop one another. But there has to be a winner and there has to be a loser. That is how racing works.
For better or worse Babs crossed the line first and from what I hear the finish was pretty epic to behold!
THAT is awesome: congrats to Sean Babcock on a solid Cross Crusades campaign. The kid is talented and we will see more to come in the next few years.