It has been awhile since I have written here. It is time to start blogging again.
Let me bring you up to date.
In 2018, I raced the Goldstate Mountain Bike Series, promoted by Team Big Bear. I won every event that season and was the Cat 3, Age 60-64 series champion. Unlike 2017, I managed to keep from getting burned out on all the travel, training and dieting to stay fit and be competitive.
In 2019, I stayed closer to home and raced the MBAA series. Again, I won every event I entered. I skipped the Flagstaff Frenzy race since my point lead was unassailable and I just don’t care for the Flagstaff course.
After 3 hard years of training and racing, I seriously felt like my mountain bike racing days were over.
Until this morning
I’ve been riding a little and working out in the gym lifting again – mostly in response to pants that have become increasingly tighter since the end of the MBAA series. I often think about racing again and the response is usually, “Nah.” But something clicked this morning. And after my workout at the gym today, I came home, looked up the racing schedule for 2020 in California and Arizona.
And am now deep into planning to make another assault on those states’ mountain bike series.
Though I feel like I have accomplished a long-held goal of winning a state racing series, I have some unfinished business. Part of that biz is to document my training and racing in a blog. I hope it will be enlightening to readers and riders out there. And I hope that the results of my training, dieting and racing offers others the chance to see that with the right program, right attitude and a little bit of courage and risk-taking, you too can find fun racing your bicycle.
The Challenge for 2020
After winning two state series, I will have to move up a class in each. In California, I will be in the Cat 2 class. In Arizona, I have my choice between racing Masters or Intermediate. I lean towards the Masters class, mostly because of the age grouping in AZ. If I race Intermediate, I will be lumped into the 50+ age group and that means competing against guys as many as 11 years my junior. It might not sound like much, but 11 years in any athletic competition is a huge leap and while it might be a “nice” challenge, I’m just not sure that it would be all that fun.