I sure am glad I went to Fontana. I'm probably just re-stating the obvious here, but I love racing my bike. Any opportunity to race, no matter the length, venue or conditions is a chance to do what I love. So yup, definitely psyched I went.

Nate being the ever-awesome Nate he of course couldn't let my bike be as it was (and he promised if I made the 16 hour round trip drive to see him, he'd fix my bike). It was kind of a mess, as I had a local shop build it for me and it needed a lot of corrective work. After he finished all the work he had to do for Adam, he got busy on my bike while I slept. Apparently, I learned I can sleep through a hack saw going at 12:30pm if I combined a 5am wake up call with an 8-hour drive that same day.
The ladies had to do 4 laps, which meant we had to go up the Wall, a heinously steep climb that seemed to go on forever. It was my 2nd ride on my new 2x10 set up. I have to say after a little hesitation, I'm stoked to have it on my Nine. The 26x36 is just enough for those "Oh my god this could possibly kill me" type of steep climbs. (I may eat my words 6 hours into my first ultra, but whatever...). Anyway, 4 trips up the wall meant we were rewarded with 4 laps of tight, twisty singletrack that was-gasp!-tacky. CA had gotten a hefty amount of rain the previous week making the conditions the best I have ever seen them in 4 years of racing there.

Just one part of the wall. Ouch. @ trailwatch.net
I had a 2nd row call up and managed to not blow my good position for the first time in recent memory. I was as high as 8th at one point, but comfortably settled into 10th after a short 1-lap battle with Amanda Sin and Judy and that's where I stayed. I cleaned the wall every time and generally rode well. My race brain was finally turned on and I felt good all day. I crossed the line and and as always, questioned "could I have gone harder?" I typically feel that way after all my xc efforts. Maybe it's the ultra racer in me, always conserving that secret reserve of power for when #*($ hits the fan...but I felt great about the day, my race and my effort.
Nate was working all day, so I returned to the hotel, chilled and watched the sad result of the U of A vs. UConn game. Adam basically raced the Super D straight to the airport, so after dropping him off, Nate drove to Thousand Oaks to drop the Truck at Giant HQ and I followed in my car. Granted, this meant a 3-hr additional drive, but we at least got dinner together and had 1.5 hours in the car with each other on the way home. He had a 7am flight so we had to get our time in however we could. I have a feeling a lot of the season is going to roll out like this.
I skipped the Short Track in favor of another look at the Vision Quest course. Although when I got there, I was welcomed by a total mudfest. Never mind. I took a 30 min easy spin on the road and headed back to Tucson. A top-10 at a National, seeing my hubby and a great race weekend made it all worth the drive.







