This post was written by Colin Cares on December 24, 2008
I’ve been a little slow to write a cyclocross nationals recap due mainly to two factors. Firstly, I’ve been up to my eyeballs in old English for my Chaucer class. This was my version of hell. Secondly, I’ve been working to move out of my room at the US Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs where I’ve lived (and steadily accumulated a LOT of stuff) as a member of the U23 National Mtb Team for the past three years. With class and the move complete, I’ve headed home to Boulder, CO for two weeks of hiking, nordic skiing, alpine skiing, eating chocolate, and yoga. More on these “off season” activities to come.
Cross nationals was a blast. Unlike mountain bike races, where spectators see racers blaze into the woods and then fly by every half hour or so, the entire cross course is visible. Spectators can see and literally yell into the faces of grimacing racers as they’re attacking or attacked. Quite fun, especially when all of your season is over before the elite races and you feel as if any of the burdens of resting and recovering have been lifted.
With all of the cross training (and occasional lapses in training) that I’ve been enjoying this fall, my legs have been pretty unpredictable. Such was the case in Saturday’s U23 race, but I was happy with 11th place given the stacked field. I think I benefited from the relatively lax start pace of Sunday’s DII collegiate race and was able to ease myself into things and win. I understand that collegiate fields would be huge if D1 and D2 fields were combined, but this separation strikes me as odd given that hardly anyone (with the possible exception of Ft. Lewis and Lees-McCrae) chooses their school based on its cycling team. Nevertheless, wins are quite rare these days, and it felt pretty good to raise my hands across a finish line and pull on a stars and bars jersey (I’ll ignore the alignment of those bars).

The link below video is a throw-back to Jingle Cross, and it captures one of the darker moments in my first cross season. Yes, it takes me far too long to get back up, but I swear I wasn’t just pouting. I knocked the wind out of myself pretty solidly.
Jingle Cross Crashes
I should now get back to off-season training; there is a chocolate bar with my name on it. Merry Christmas!

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