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Brad and I. The look of concern on Brad's face would have been even more apparent had he known of the ridiculous grin I was wearing. After the shot, he looked at the picture and said "wow, that might be the best picture of you I have seen."
He was not being sarcastic.
The Stan Crane Memorial was last night. It was meant to be on Monday, but rain put the skids on that. I raced well. I felt good. The legs responded and I put down a respectable effort. Which frankly was surprising. I have not done an XC race yet this year and so I was fully expecting a terrible and embarrassing result.
It wasn't terrible, but there was some embarrassment.
I missed a turn on my first lap. I am not sure that I gained anything by doing so. But after the race there was some question about what exactly I had done. Ed and had a chat, and after I punched him in the mouth he agreed not to DQ me. Instead he bumped me down a spot or two.
I didn't really punch him in the mouth.
I can't complain. I did miss a small bit of the course. And rules are rules. And anyway, who really cares? It was a local SS race. More for fun than anything. And I had a lot of fun. How can you not have fun hammering the amazing singletrack in Corner Canyon?
The only thing better than the singletrack was watching Brad cross the line with his arms raised gleefully yelling "I won! I won!"
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