Cyclocross is weird. This weekend was totally unlike the last. There were so many hairpins (or hazards, depending on how you look at it) to slow you down, I could barely even begin to work hard. And while last week my "hammer" outweighed any gains the other women made in the corners, this week the scale tipped the other way. That's the beauty of cyclocross. I got served and it's time to 'round these corners with more HUTZPAH.
HUTZPAH! I think that's my new "race word."
