Chess on wheels... Or maybe more of a game of Draughts
Today was the 4th and 3rd cat ladies beginner race at Chertsey MOD, hosted by London dynamo. Chertsey has never seen so much lip gloss as at least 40 girls turned out.
I left the house that morning saying ‘what have I got to lose? Lets give it a go’ whereas the kind person I live with pointed out.. ‘ your teeth, a fair amount of skin, maybe acquiring a plaster cast for the spring…..’ thanks for that.
I’m used to running events where all you do is start with a constant pace, get to the front and hold on, the most tactical it gets is sitting on someone’s shoulder before making a move. So the whole bike racing malarkey is all very new to me. It began with a few training laps, in groups of 15 or so, getting the riders used to the group and how to rotate with lots of shouting from the leader trying to organise us. With a fair few wobbly girls we eventually got down to business.
10 laps to do (20 miles) and we were off, moving very precariously around each other, lots of little screams and near misses as girls leaned up against each other around the corners. Up the back straight we slowed to a tediously slow pace, then as we turned to the left, missing the huge pot hole.. (Monty would be proud, I shouted out that pot hole every lap) the pace would suddenly pick up, all structure would go out the window and a mass group would climb both little hills.
Now again in a running race, most girls are thinner than your catwalk model at London fashion week and running knickers hang off their bottoms.. so starting this race was a novelty. I wouldn’t say I was exactly boney but I must have been one of the smallest there!! Which made the down hill blooming hard work. I quickly got over the tendency to brake down hill and my fear of the -% went out the window. We were flying by the time we got on that home straight of the lap and I was loving it.
We… (I refer to my pink machine and I as ‘we’) got in a break at about the 5th lap, and had really got away.. Woop, woop, I thought, when the bloody men came around and the safety car slowed us down to a snails pace allowing the group behind to catch up and the men to pass. All the girls muttered ‘bollocks’ as a whole flock of them passed us. (read that how ever you like
Apart from my little sprint to catch up down the hills, it was all a little bit easy, I spent far too much time checking out the other girls kit and comparing my bottom size to their’s. At one point I had a little chat and I was dreaming about dinner and thinking about kittens !!! I know I know..
The last two lap was where it got very exciting, a girl I knew from a training day and I tried to make for a break as no one was coming through for the rotation.. (I can hear you crying at me all ready saying what were you doing on the front! )Well some one had to. (I know I know again ) The girls soon caught on to this and we enter the last lap as a full group. Knowing full well my down hill was going to leave me at the back I though I’d power up the hill and then hopefully hold on down the hill, into the home straight.. it didn’t work.. I’m over 20 girls back. I can hear michelle in my head shouting ‘dig in’ ..
Not really sure of the wind or the length or anything really. I wasn’t sure if I was to hide at the back and for how long. Pushing my legs as hard as possible I flew forward and couldn’t believe I managed to get to the font few and finished in 3rd with not a pearl out of place. woop de woop again.
Felling rather chuffed and amazed with my self it was all over and I didn’t even feel that tired. I had completed my first race and I still had all my teeth. That evening, talking to my house mate Huw, I coolly mentioned a small fault - that the whole way around, I had ridden in the little ring… I hadn’t used the big ring AT ALL. I completely forgot it was there… Only Realising the significance of my error , as his despairingly shaking head disappeared in to his hand, I said, arguing back, “well I got told off last summer for riding the whole of the Dragon Ride in my big cog and you told me to start using my little cog in trainingâ€, you just cant win.. Oops….
Bring on next Sunday race 2…
Totally addicted Chloe