Ontario Cup, Round 2: Mansfield Outdoor Centre
Well that was one of the worst days I've experienced on a mountain bike. That's all I could think throughout the race and even after I had finished and looking back now a few days later I'm having to really dig deep into the memory bank to remember anything worse. They say the body forgets pain quite quickly hence why people run marathons again, why woman give birth a second time and why I continue to enter these races, and so with that in mind maybe I have had worse, in fact I am sure I have and I've simply forgotten about it, a mechanism of the brain that allowed me to enter on Sunday.
It didn't help that I arrived a little later than I'd have liked. My wife and baby daughter had come along for the day out and as is apt to happen when you bring a baby anywhere, things come up you don't expect and you never arrive anywhere on time. As a result I got time for a five minute warm-up at best ... just a chance to run the old ticker up to about 150 beats per minute and back down again before taking to the cattle grid of my category ready to be shuffled forward to the start line and out into the misery.
And I knew what was coming. I'd done this course last year and it was starting in the exact same place: At the bottom of a steep climb. Probably only about 600 meters in length but one that got gradually steeper the longer it went and with an average gradient of 8 percent. When you're faced with something like that then you had better well of warmed up or you're going to get a nasty kick in the lungs when it comes time to start racing.