Two wheels one adventure. A memory in safekeeping, for it is one of a lifetime and irreplaceable to the mind. It’s amazing how a thought could become a reality with only the cost of a kind heart. Even as a road racer cyclocross seemed so far away. The challenge in joining the world of cyclocross was both an intrinsic and extrinsic factor. I couldn’t possibly afford a bike, nor imagine shifting from the smooth paved life of crits to loose dirt and stone pits. Yet the thought seemed fulfilling; deep down there was still a missing piece in cycling. A missing puzzle piece; Rocky showed me another side to cycling.
This was a new beginning with no consequence of regret. The support for my first race in West Chester was unbelievable; not only did Taylor– best teacher/ racer / motivator ever– take time out of her day to coach me, she also introduced me to her team LaserCats which gave me the opportunity to experience my first race with the full support of a team. However, my nerves were still at war with my adventurous tendencies. Steep descents were intimidating along with taking in the thought of dying ten seconds into the race. After reviewing the course dozens of times and conquering my hesitations, it wasn’t long before I let adrenaline take over. The descent that I once feared became the highlight of my race; I took every opportunity to zoom passed my competitors. Sometimes I fear that my mind is too adventurous for my own being.
This race was painfully fun. I cannot possibly simplify this experience. I was jumping with joy before the race and even so after. The Rocky movement was the most ingenious way to get females into cyclocross. If is wasn’t for Rocky I’d still be watching cyclocross races from the barrier of a computer screen. Cyclocross is just so FUN! There’s no other way to describe it. As of right now I’m hooked and plan to continue racing cyclocross every opportunity I get with Rocky. Who knows I might even purchase my own cyclocross bike some day.