You Can’t Always Get What You Want


But if you try sometimes…

So another Downieville has come and gone. The usual suspects, the usual result. Had a great DH run, and sucked on the XC climb. No surprise. I have a full size chassis with a 4 banger engine. 18 years with chain smoking parents just does not do a body good. I ended up 5th in the XC, 2nd in the DH which put me 3rd in Expert Women All Mountain. Not really a bad result, but if I could only climb better…

Funny how we always seem to want what we don’t have. I don’t have the climber gene, and I am envious of those who do. I have had little climber girls tell me they wish they could descend like I do. Meh, DH is easy I tell them, you just have to switch off your brains and let go of the brakes. Cake. If only climbing were so simple. I guess it is if you have A) an awesome power to weight ratio (not) B) a Godly VO 2 Max (ha!) and C) well, a light bike, but if you don’t have A and B, you might as well ride a huffy – you will climb just as slow, and have way more beer money at the end of the day.

Personally, I feel like I am an incomplete cyclist. My inability to climb well just seems to overshadow all of the positive attributes of my riding, which is frustrating since intellectually I know I am a pretty good cyclist. It is just the one glaring flaw that is blinding at times; making it difficult for me to enjoy the highlights, and hard to accept praise for my accomplishments, though I try to be gracious on the outside, on the inside I am kicking myself. I should be proud of my podium in Downieville, but I am not. And that is lame, so I am going to do something about it. Starting this weekend.

My coach is putting on a climbing clinic and I am signed up. I am putting aside all other training goals as of now to focus on becoming a better climber. I want to be the one that appears to levitate over the mountain, the one calling “on your left” as I pass seemingly effortless through the rough, the one “dancing on the pedals” as Phil Liggett would say. I want to climb like I descend. Only then will I be the complete cyclist I desire to be… need to be. The time has come to try and get what I need. Look out mountains, here I come.

One Comment

  1. Four years ago I was where you are at 'I'm not a climber.' The first step: I quit telling myself I wasn't a climber. The second step: I started climbing more. One piece of the puzzle at a time Ace.

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