|View of Mont Tremblant resort from the course.|
Jeff and I flew from Vancouver to Montreal on the red eye Thursday night. I slept like a baby for most of the flight and had my recurrent Doug Gilmour dream, and we arrived in Montreal bright and early. We picked up our sweet rental car, the Nissan Versa which proved itself worthy of its name. It looked like a go-cart but we easily fit both bike bags, our gear bags, groceries, and Jeff's giant head. Just kidding.
|Packed to the tits.|
We got to the resort and went for a course walk. I was intimidated, lots of big rocks, right in the middle of the trail too. Lots of pedaling. And it was long. In the words of Jeff, this is the kinda course that when you get to the bottom you feel like a real man. Hmm, I wondered what I would feel like at the end. I hoped that I would still be in one piece. After our course walk I got my gear together, Jeff kindly reassembled my bike, and I went for a couple laps. I took it easy, had fun, and just rode my bike. I tried to find a little flow in all the rocks. I felt better after, but I didn't quite feel like a man yet.
|Me and my bike.|
My first run after lunch I finally started to hit sections at speed. I rode the slick rock and pounded my way through the rock garden, I hit the drop after with a reasonable amount of speed and kept pedaling. I let go of my brakes and jumped off rocks to land into more rocks. I got to the bottom and realized, I totally felt like a man.
|This is Jeff's game face.|
|Final jump on the course.|
So, another weekend, another race in the books. Did I mention I came 4th?
|Women's Elite Podium. (L-R) Me, Danice, Miranda, Katherine, Anne|