So as most people who have discussed riding with me might know, I follow a "very" loose block training program...anyway, it worked out that I had a recovery week leading up to the final race at New Belgium. So with a weeks worth of fresh legs, wrestles legs Malcolm, Ashton and I once again loaded up and headed to Fort Collins for one more short track race.
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For the last weeks event Malcolm decided to enter the intermediate race with me, we arrived in just enough time to get registered and get in a short warm up which ended up being one of the shortest warm ups I've ever done and I don't this think I even got my hearth rate up above zone 3. I made my way to the side of the start line early and once again took a good place on the starting line when we were called onto the track, this week the field was a little smaller with only about 40 riders, the organizer gave us the rundown and we were off, into the first turn I was sitting in the top five and quickly moved my way up to the front. Coming to the end of the first lap I was off the front, but not far enough to be safe, I held my position until the end of the second lap when a rider on the e2 team came around me and made his attack. Another rider came up next to me and we chased together briefly before he too rode away from me just as we were approaching the start/finish going into the third lap.
During the final lap a third rider passed me dropping me back to fourth position, I pushed big gears and hammered hard to try and make up distance I had lost, turning into the final straight away before the finish I was close to catching 3rd but lost him going through a couple of turns leading to the finish line, finished fourth place and Malcolm and I ended up making out like bandits with a large box of (slightly expired) gu's and about 13 New Belgium tall boys. For the final race of the evening Malcolm became super fan, getting down to his undies and cheering on riders with a megaphone, afterwards 400Smith threw a toco party, so with our new found stock
of brews Ashton, Malcolm and myself headed around the corner for a home made taco feast.
So as most people who have discussed riding with me might know, I follow a "very" loose block training program...anyway, it worked out that I had a recovery week leading up to the final race at New Belgium. So with a weeks worth of fresh legs, wrestles legs Malcolm, Ashton and I once again loaded up and headed to Fort Collins for one more short track race.
During the final lap a third rider passed me dropping me back to fourth position, I pushed big gears and hammered hard to try and make up distance I had lost, turning into the final straight away before the finish I was close to catching 3rd but lost him going through a couple of turns leading to the finish line, finished fourth place and Malcolm and I ended up making out like bandits with a large box of (slightly expired) gu's and about 13 New Belgium tall boys. For the final race of the evening Malcolm became super fan, getting down to his undies and cheering on riders with a megaphone, afterwards 400Smith threw a toco party, so with our new found stock 
of brews Ashton, Malcolm and myself headed around the corner for a home made taco feast.