This morning I got myself together, slowly remembering what to wear and what bring to a cross race. I didn’t have to leave at the wee hours of those racing the Masters Worlds in Mol, but I figured I should set an alarm anyway. It was a nice morning and with just myself to think about, there was no stress. Although, it could be that I really just wasn’t stressed about the race in Assenede to begin with.
The drive was uneventful, but I didn’t have an exact address and the first place the GPS took me to was not it. I drove around for a while, keeping my eyes peeled, thinking the nearby forest might be a place to look. I still had time, but my prospects were falling apart. I found a couple cyclists who looked like they may have been racers, but nope. It wasn’t looking good, but I knew that I did not want to have to drive all the way back home and still ride my bike, so I drove around a bit more and thought if I don’t find it in the next 5 minutes I’ll call the house and get Craig to try and find it online. I remembered that there is a race Assenede tomorrow and I figured it had to be at the same place. After a few minutes on the phone with Craig I had a new address and new directions.
I was making the last few turns and ran into some fencing. I thought it was for construction, I had just driven through a bunch of other construction, but I went through anyway. The next fence I came to was weird…

Parking, for two
Ooohh, parking. The one car parked there didn’t quite give it away. I thought to myself, what the heck am I doing?!? Nobody is going to be here, this is a silly idea. But, I had found the race, so off I went. And it actually turned out to be a pretty big production. It was the Belgian National Championships of something, I figured the Championships of just this series. I was a little disappointed with the 10 euro entry fee, but you have to do what you have to do. There was a lot of fencing, a full on podium, a blow-up jersey, an announcer, a food stand, this was a cross race. There was also at least one racer I recognized, and was competitive with, at Lotenhulle and Petange.

Food stand=cross race!
The course was through a lot of corn fields, but was nice and tacky; no mud tires today. A couple little ditches and some dirt piles were the main attraction. The bumpy corn fields would give my back some trouble; luckily I’ve been top of the core work again. I liked it though. Simple. Good.

A real podium even
I started at the back (ok, 3rd row), not having any points in this series. I knew I had to get to the front ASAP. So I pushed through as many holes as I could find. I had made it into about 10th, but most of the lap was a lot of brown stripe racing (ie. only one real line), making passing difficult. I could see a lead group of 4 forming. I needed to get there, but a few people stood in my way and it took me a little over a lap to get the room to go full-gas. It was too little too late. And I had burned a few matches chasing after getting a clear run. The leaders were still in sight, but I had stopped closing the gap and they were splitting up. I just kept going as hard as I could, trying not to make any driving mistakes, while pushing all the blood to my legs. I almost caught one more guy who was fading at the end, but couldn’t quite make it. I rolled in for 4th. Not bad. Definitely my best result in Belgium. I had fun. I suffered. I think I could have done better, but considering what I’ve gone through tis last month, I’ll take it… with a smile!

A few fans watching the start
The 12 euros I won made up for my disappointment in the 10 euro entry fee. And I’m starting to like these ruts things, you just push your bike in them, relax, and hang on. Just make sure your weight is in the right place and you can fly around corners.
It was an adventure in Belgium. It was a good day.
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