Smiles all around for this group of crossers!Week three. Same time. Same place. And this was the biggie. The final race of the series and the air was electric. Throngs of spectators and curious passersby were out in droves lining the course three to four deep in places creating a buzzing atmosphere this little prarie town had rarely seen. Soon, the group of racers rolled up to the start smiling and casually chatting with each other, laughing, cracking jokes, a stark contrast to what would soon unfold once the battle commenced. The countdown neared. The chatting quickly faded and gave way to a nervous energy. Patiently, the group waited. Muscles twitching. Heartbeats increasing. Waiting to be suddenly popped to work at near maximum effort. And then... Finally... The HOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRNNNN!!! And we were off!
Nearing the end of the first lap, preparing to take off running over the course's final barrier.
Typical cyclocross pose. Big ring, out of the saddle, accelerating out of a corner after a barrier. I love cross!
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