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In a tsunami of silt, sun, and sand the season kicks off.















Five hours of snow-covered driving across the Rockies landed us spot on the Colorado/Utah border, deep in one of mountain biking's western meccas: Fruita. Weather was cool and sunny, the courses were a mix of fast twisty singletrack and fast ATV trail. The scenery was some of the coolest high-desert I've ever seen with a blend of red dirt and slickrock.












And so begins another season of highways, hotels, max heart rates, and recovery drinks...

It's no secret that a flat race course + early season + me = "hey guys, wait up!!"

Up until the start gun I was a desparate believer. Then they said "GO" and reality sunk in. You can't fake hard work. You can't be sick for a week, not ride for almost two, and expect to perform. My legs unraveled in record time - it's staggering how fast you lose fitness when things get a little disrupted.

But congrats to the stunt double, Russ, for taking a "no surprises" 2nd place both days in his group,

And to first-time SemiPro KB who powered his 2-foot-long femurs to a second place finish.

Kind of a bitter pill to swallow, but I suppose that along with the summer weather comes my fitness...cause I certainly forgot to bring it this weekend. With a bit of a gap between now and the next races on my schedule, I'm hoping to remember where I put those legs of mine...