I did another race on Sunday. My first Cyclocross race. From what I could tell I started and finished in the middle of the pack. I executed some of my newfound cross skills well, and some not so well. I passed a few people, and a few definitely passed me. It felt like a mediocre performance (which is about what I expected) and I think I could have hydrated better before the race. Last couple laps I felt I was getting dehydrated, and I felt like I faded over the last lap and a half.
It may be too late to work on the anaerobic fitness to compete in these short contests. That was never a planned focus this year anyway. The goal was to get my riding legs back without overcooking my recovery. I thought I'd be doing a handfull of these, but recent events may put racing back on the back burner again.
I am glad I went, even though my focus and performance wasn't what I wanted it to be. It was a valuable learning experience, and that's the most important take away.
This coming Sunday is a different kind of cycling commitment. I'm a ride marshal for the Lymphoma Research Ride. I've been a volunteer for this since it's inception four years ago - excepting last year when I was actually in treatment for Hodgkins Lymphoma. I think that ride was 2 days after a chemo session. Talk about your irony ...