The race. I’ve been training solely for this race for nearly a year and it had now arrived. It was everything that I thought a national championship race would be. Countless vendor tents, huge racer turnout and spectators were scattered all over the course. How could you not get pumped up for a race like this?
View of the race from our deck seats


I’ll have to say after my pre-ride I was a little nervous about the course. I had never done so much climbing and technical riding in a race before. Also, my legs felt pretty sore that night after the pre-ride. I wasn’t sure I was going to have the legs to compete at level I wanted to.
Warming up for the race was a bit difficult. So much was going on it was hard to stay focused. And to be honest everywhere you ride out there are hills! All I wanted was to find a flat stretch of road to spin on. That didn’t exist so I warmed up the best I could on the hilly roads trying hard to not waste too much energy. I managed to warm-up for 40 minutes before it was first call to start lining up. It was great to see so many MN riders out there – most of which were from
WannaBee Racing. I think half of the riders in my age class were MN riders.
Pre-race fist bump from my biggest fan
As the younger age classes were sent off I kept reminding myself – don’t go out too fast. The first 3 miles was a double track climb and there would be plenty of opportunity to pass. At the gun I jumped out to the front and within the first half mile myself and another rider had a good 30 meter gap on everyone. I started to think that maybe I was going out a little too fast but when I glanced down at my heart rate monitor it was below where I wanted it to be so I stepped on the gas a little more. This other rider and I pushed each other pretty hard the entire climb pushing the gap so far that we lost sight of the rest of the group and before we hit mile one we were already passing riders from the class in front that started two minutes ahead of us. Passing riders at this point was easy as we had double track to deal with and there was plenty of room but as we rode into the final mile of climbing and hit the rocky single track we both had to pull up and wait for opportunities to pass.
As soon as we hit the summit and started the decent we both made a move and I managed to gain the lead. Shortly after that on a short punchy climb I took a look back and noticed that I had dropped the other rider and I didn’t see him the rest of the race (I found out later that he had DNF’d too). I was still passing a lot riders from the early classes and feeling great.
I nailed the technical down hills and the steep drops. I was pacing myself great up the backside climbs still picking off riders. And then, on the front side slalom decent right before the start of the shorter lap 2 I was pushing myself to gain more ground when I tried to pass a rider on the inside of a left turn switchback. I was probably going too fast coupled with the sharp turn and bumpy terrain that my tire blew off the rim.
It happened right in front of a large crowd of people. First thing out of my mount was – “You’ve got to be kidding me!” There was this one guy there who told me collect myself and fix the thing and get back in the race. I’ll tell you it is so hard to compose yourself to fix a technical like that in front of all those people. Someone actually asked if they could help me but a race official stepped in and said, “No, he has to fix it himself.” I was able to fit the tire back on the rim after fumbling with it for what seemed like an eternity (in reality it was probably five minutes) and then grabbed my Air Chuck to inflate the tire. For the life of me I couldn’t get the damn thing to work. Someone from the crowd tossed me their Big Air to try and inflate it and even after I used the entire can the tire wouldn’t seal and I had to settle for a DNF. Hindsight, I should have carried a tube even though I was running tubeless. It’s a national championship race. I should have been prepared.
It took me about an hour of isolation to get over what had just happened. I kept thinking to myself, “How could this have happened? Why at this race? Why now?” But when I walked back up to the lodge deck where my family and relatives were sitting I realized that this trip was more than just about a race. We had an amazing vacation together! It was our first family cross-country road trip and one I won’t ever forget.
The Fam in Rocky Mountain National Park

Relaxing with a ice cold one 
I may race this weekend up in Elk River to get back on the horse. We’ll see how the family plans play out.