All winter I wanted to write a summary of my short cyclocross season last year but never got around to it. I wanted to wax poetic about how amazing it was, about the mud, blood, but no tears (guess I didn’t try hard enough). I really wanted to thank the folks at Cyclocross Manitoba for putting on such an amazing set of events and free training sessions. Mostly, I wanted to express the joys of competing in a sport that is challenging, fun, and lacking in the exclusivity and “hoity-toity”-ness of some other cycling-related activities. It was a complete blast and I’m way overdue for writing about it!
Last year I wrote: “I found out about cyclocross. It defies description, but is basically a race in which a group of typically road-cyclists get together to abuse themselves on grass, mud, gravel, loose rocks, sand, hills, obstacles, stairs, etc., on somewhat modified road bikes. They love mud. They love pain. I don’t know why.”
Now I know why.