When I moved here three years ago, I knew NOTHING about New Mexico. Las Cruces was a stopping ground on road trips to Texas and Florida, but that was about it. We started doing mountain bike races and I was introduced to all the other cities of New Mexico like Santa Fe, Albuquerque, Gallup, and Los Alamos. It’s pretty neat to explore these places and especially enjoy the awesome scenery.
Ever heard of Mountainair, NM? Me neither. Something about a town that’s named after a fresh mountain breeze. I wish I would have gotten the pictures of the “main street”. It was pretty much the whole town.
Anyway, Mike is finishing up the NM road series (he is trying to move up from Cat 5 and this was the last race). I decided to join in, even though I had NO TRAINING whatsoever.
We got there and warmed up on the road. It was cloudy, which was nice so we wouldn’t burn to death. The race was 40 miles long and had a small climb at the end.
Mike was able to stay in the lead and got fifth in his category of more than 25 guys…awesome job!
My story ends tragically with being the naive one of my group. I was in a group of 13 girls. Three of them fell off the back and I was able to stay with the whole group until mile 25. It was there a huge right turn happened. One, I hate turns on a road bike and two, I hate people who cut me off on turns on a road bike. And that’s what happened. Four of us fell off the back of the group, and well, we stayed back. I had so much rage and energy that I “pulled” the girls a lot to see if we could make it. After being yelled at for going too fast, I slowed down and stayed with the girls. At the finish line, they all slipped past me. I was used. 😦 But I did learn to not help people if they are going too slow!
So I did it! A road race! 9th place. He he.