Oh boy….such an exciting race yesterday….I don’t quite know where to begin. This weekend we raced the Trofeo A. Binda World Cup, which was the first world cup of the year and my first world cup ever….all the big-hitters were there. We arrived in Milan on Saturday afternoon and quickly suited up in our rain gear to pre-ride the course. We were excited to see the immense organization that comes along with hosting a world cup….ie. the course was clearly marked (this is not always the case with riding in Italy). There were even signs like “start climb”, “round about”…etc. After the ride we were all excited albeit a little extra nervous (due to the steady down pour). We knew the rain was going to make the race fast from the gun and the peloton did not disappoint. We started with a bang and the first attack went only 8 k’s in. As we ticked off the climbs and the circuit laps the peloton dwindled and dwindled. My goal on the day was to stay with the main group all day. As we ticked off the kilometers in the 7 degree (celcius that is) rain, my legs grew heavier and colder….but I kept pedaling and I kept hanging. There were a few times I had to use my descending skills to the max to fully integrate back into the front of the main group, but I am totally stoked to say I did it! But not only me, my teammates killed it all day long as well…..especially mountain-biker-turned-european-roadie-for-one-month Lea Davison hung in there all day. She totally rocked it! This race was by far the hardest yet most fun race that I have done to date. Up next….the infamous Pave of Flanders!
ciao,
Kmac
“Good job,” said in my best fake American accent. Or as we say here, “Good work!”