Brentwood Redux by Trina Jacobson
I’ll spare you the detailed blow-by-blow race report because although we raced well, we didn’t win and it’s more appropriate to let Helens/Cannondale describe their domination of both women’s races on what I call Sunday Smackdown (owww, that freaking hurt!). What I will tell you is that I no longer feel like I have unfinished business at Brentwood. Yes, it’s true that I didn’t make it to the sprint because I crashed in the first corner of the last lap – it happens and it’s part of bike racing. I’m fine, but I cracked yet another helmet this year. Up to that point, I was thoroughly enjoying a hard, fast race with my friends, both teammates and competitors.
To get to the point of actually enjoying a hard, fast race has taken several seasons of enduring smackdowns and having the support of my team.
Thank you for the Smackdown
Each time I was dropped, left in the dust, dangled out front in a ill-timed attack, or struggled to hold a wheel I learned something about racing. I would not have been able to do all of this learning without some great teachers. The following teams have played a huge roll in elevating the level of women’s racing in SoCal and in my development as a cyclist. Thank you, ladies, for the smackdowns every weekend!
SC VELO/Empower Coaching
Velo Club LaGrange
Cynergy Cycles-Missing Link Coaching
No I in TEAM
My teammates on Revolution/ZOCA have taught me a lot about patience, trust, and timing. These lessons didn’t all happen on race day or on a bike, but regardless of the classroom, the lessons have brought us together to form a cohesive team. We’ve had great team success and have had a lot of fun doing it. Thank you Crystal, Simone, Dianna, Hilary, Karen, Tammy, Andrea, Kelly H., Kelly M., Patricia and Suzie for racing your hearts out, reminding me there is more to life that the bike, and for being strong women I can turn to. Thank you, Hector, waking me up to carpooling and for taking great care of us.
I consider my family and other cycling friends a part of my team, too. Without the support of family I wouldn’t be able to train and recover; play and laugh; or plan and dream. In addition, it’s their support and encouragement that pushes me to do well. My friends, whom I train with in San Diego, have pushed me to my physical limits on more than one occasion, and have shown me what is possible once you put your mind to it.