Imperial Winter Series e123 race (Fear)

Fear, that is. Simple an plain fear.

It started to rain when we were waiting for the go, the pace was nothing special, but I was not comfortable cornering. I was afraid of slipping and that made me slow down and hesitate, it took me only three laps to quit.

My brain tells me it is all right, it was not the day nor the place to build confidence, my heart tells me I should have try harder. I hate this controversy.

Good thing next week I'm racing at Cyclopart, it'll help to build my confidence in my cornering.

The three laps in Strava (published as punishment for being such a quitter)

Imperial Winter Series 3th cat race

My first race of the year. Three months after the crash that broke my collarbone.

With this background in mind and knowing that my training was not that great since the beginning of the year (too much travelling) my expectation was pretty low for this race. In fact my brain spent all morning looking for excuses to justify honourably not showing up today. Couldn't find any so had to show up.

At the third lap the idea of being dropped didn't look that bad. I was expecting to be dropped at some time so why not quit early and have an easy time. 

I don't know why, or even how, but I kept going; a few laps later the pace went down and I started to feel comfortable in the middle of the peloton.

Half way of the race there was a crash in the second "climb" of the circuit. It sounded pretty nasty, luckily I was at the other side of the line so managed to avoid it without a problem.

When the 5 to go sign appeared the pace went up a bit but very quickly slowed down considerable. It was obvious that everyone was waiting for the sprint. I decided to move to the back of the peloton. I didn't think I could have been competitive, despite the first crash the peloton was still quite big and, honestly, being the first race of the year, I was more than happy to finish in the bunch and in one piece.

I think it was in the last lap there was another crash, this one in the first "climb". This time it happened just in front of me. One of these crashes that you see a rider moving left a bit too much, then he tries to correct which ends up with him moving right a bit too much and you know he will take someone down. And that was exactly what happened. I had plenty of time to avoid it, but still had to ride to the green. 

Soft pedaled to the line and when I was crossing it I celebrated a bit. I guess it looked silly to the spectators (a guy celebrating his 40th or 50th position) but I was really happy.

Not only I was in one piece and I was not dropped, I also ended up feeling quite comfortable in the bunch which is great to gain some confidence after a serious crash. I managed to move up and down as I wished and I didn't finish that tired. Riding back home was all joy and hopes for the year to come.

Then when I looked at the numbers I realized they were not that great (no wonder it didn't felt that hard) but what numbers can't take away is the fun I had being back to racing.

The race in Strava

Take care

Javier Arias González