I have no idea what was wrong with me or my breathing other than the horrible hot and heavy air, but my legs and lungs HATED me in this race.
After the first lap, I knew I had to just treat the race like one giant interval and keep that one guy who was big with the wrecking and the blocking of the course from wrecking me…
…because he DID wreck Alice…who must have been uncharacteristically pissed, because that lit a fire under her ass and she attacked on me and shredded my soul.
As I chased her around, I actually asked her at one point if she was getting revenge on me for the previous week…
And because revenge is not Alice’s thing, she of course just smiled and said she was just hoping to not blow up.
I didn’t give up. I didn’t let her go. She just kept turning that screw though until My legs turned to Jell-o and I knew in the last lap that once we passed the sand, if I had not caught her, I wasn’t going to.
Once we hit the chicane in the field, there was nothing else for me to do and I rolled in after her.
It was pretty fantastic racing! The race within the race, if you will.
Excellent job, Alice! You schoooooooled me!