Ore To Shore Mountain Bike Marathon
This years Ore to Shore performance may have been outshined by Annika's on stage debut.
It's hard to compete with a 5 year old child playing a deer. Little lone a deer with antlers that just won't stay in place. It didn't seem to bother her too much.
I sort felt like performing as a deer with falling antlers is about like racing a bike with a seat that falls down.
Thankfully we had no mechanicals on course. No accidents. Not even a lost shoe for Team Neuschwander. Yes, I said that. Who looses a shoe in a bike race? Despite the ankle ratchet some riders lost their shoes in the mud. I only stepped in until mid thigh and envisioned needing a snorkel. I can't imagine suspending my race to look for a sunken shoe nor can I imagine riding any length of time barefoot on a pedal. I do imagine that if you race long enough your number will come up. Eventually one will be forced to deal with the unthinkable. Just a lot of mud. Did I mention mud?
I think I left a big chunk of my quads in Copper Harbor the weekend prior. I met a girl named Mary. She was mighty strong. I would get ahead on the climbs and she would catch me and pull ahead on the flats. When we hit the pavement on Hoist road I wanted to draft. I just wanted to sit on her rear wheel and let her do all the work. I'm not a bad person. It's was my quads who were being a**holes. The race was draft legal and.. she was pulling at a pace that seemed plenty fast. Guilt burned stronger than my quads and I forced myself to the front to take a pull. There was a pack of 5 men riding that I would not feel bad drafting off. I suggested we work together and get those boys. It was a big gap . We made short work of closing it. Unfortunately the men had blown up and couldn't hold our wheels. Mary and I had no choice but to drop them boys. We reentered the singletrack and enjoyed much dryer terrain near Forestville. Mary and I went back and forth a few more times but having the home field advantage I eventually pulled away. At the end of the day I was 9th woman (vs 16th last year)...and that actually means something. It means I earned a preferred start for 2018... which means my bike gets to start at the front of the race (no guarantee it will finish there). I will be granted the privilege to pee in a port potty just before race start and not start behind 1,000 other bikes and not have to ride around bike crashes in the first minute of the race. For a minute let's be totally honest I'm just excited to have a merit based opportunity to line up in front of really flashy looking 30 year old girls who ride their bike 6-7 days week and have no wrinkles...Sadly I'm not sure the mechanic in chief has any desire to return to the race start if it is a wet summer.
Best race of summer quite possibly and best kids race in the world: Marquette Trail 50 kids race. A real gnarly trail run followed by pizza and dancing to live folk music. It's the best of times. Isaac ran the whole thing!
We started a tradition/new routine of hiking Sugar loaf before church on Sunday mornings
This is Annika...
Pink Cowboy Boots
Best way to contain kids ever.
Annika turns 6