For the past two race seasons, I’ve enjoyed being a part of the growing Catalonian cyclocross community. Not only are more locals joining the ranks, but even some “guiris” (Catalan term for folks not from here) are lining up in local races. While the social atmosphere around CX here isn’t beer-handout-level yet, it is undoubtedly more laid back than those of road and gravel (yes, gravel). Overall, folks just seem more welcoming and approachable.
Maybe this is because of the dorky, anti-common sense nature of the sport. I mean, look at it! We look forward to going out in cold, wet, crappy weather to ride (and carry) our bikes around what is essentially a muddy obstacle course in a public park. It’s as if American Ninja Warrior, mud wrestling, and a crit had a baby.
My second Spanish season has taught a ton, but each thing that I learn comes with a price.
For one, the level is much higher than what I was used to back in Chicago, so to say hanging with these dudes has been hard is an immense understatement. Never have I seen athletes in my age group so fit! However, when you see how involved youth sport programming is in Spain, it’s easy to see why: kids as young as 6 years old out here every weekend racing each other. Practically every pueblo has a cycling club with regular weekly programming. Their moms and dads all know each other and practically become extended family. In other words, community and mutual support are paramount to long-term athletic development. There are few places with this scale of mutual support and community in the realm of youth sports in the States.
Also, as a late bloomer to the game, I’m coming in with many years less in the saddle as my middle-aged counterparts. Vying for consistent top ten race finishes will take time, and I imagine it’ll be more than a season or two for this to happen. Until then, I’ll just put my head down and enjoy the process. Honestly, there is no other option.
Two days before Christmas the biggest learning opportunity arrives: the Spanish CX Championships in the city of Vic and only one will drape himself in the most coveted jersey for the 2024 season. It’s my favorite course and fits my strengths: not too twisty, but flowy, with a half dozen of power straights. No sandpits and minimal running. As a cherry on top, the crowd size is the closest we’ll see to those of Belgian races and the atmosphere is buzzing with bells, butifarras (Spanish sausages), and beers…but no handouts!
As for the race, the aim is to fight for a better position than the one I started in and then bury myself until I either A) cross the line or B) blow up, whichever comes first. If my pain threshold is even slightly higher on the morning after, then I’ll have that little 1 UP for next year!
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