When I was falling asleep on Saturday night for what would be one of my best pre race sleeps, I was thinking about a post race blog. There were 30 or so minutes where I had this lucid dream which made so much sense at the time. You know, the way only nonsensical dreams make sense. There was surfing, sunshine, friends, water, and waves. Sounds sweet right? The cool thing was that we weren’t surfing the water, we were surfing the waves. It was like surfing waves of emotion . . . or something like that. It made so much sense at the time.
Anyway, I clearly forgot the point and am certainly no Freudian analyst, but I think the blog was supposed to have something to do with friends bringing the best out of each other. When you’re chill’n with friends, it’s like the waves combine and amplify. We become a better version and it just rolls.
I think that’s one of the things that I love most about racing. It’s the purity of going a little bit harder, a little bit further, a little bit faster. So often in training we lock and load into our dream pace, do the work, and go home. I love it. Hop on the bike and ride. Head out the door and run. Then on race day, we nail the pace . . . and someone rides past. Time to amplify. I love that part too:)
Just a little bit faster. Just a little bit further. Just a little bit longer.
I’ll let a few pictures tell the rest of the story.