"I Had Butt Cancer!" (Flyboys RR at Floyd Bennet Field)
Hooray for women's fields! Eve, Nancy and your faithful correspondent dragged our tails out to Floyd Bennet Field in Brooklyn this morning, all set to pit ourselves against the best New York could offer. 10 laps of the famed Floyd Bennet Field race course, which is just over 2 miles long, dead flat and windy as all get out. (It's not a birthplace of aviation for nothing, y'know...)
So today at 7am? Seven women toed the line, fierce faces preparing to do battle against the puddles, the wind, and each other in a fight to reach that finish line first and place in one of the top five money-making spots. Catherine Powers (La Grange) and Sarah Sauvayre (Metro) led us in a ceremonial first lap to check the rather large puddles left behind last night's thundershowers, and as we crossed the line again, the pace began to pick up a bit. Catherine made her first attack after the first turn, and we all reacted promptly and with success. Not so much as we made it through the second corner and onto the windiest side of the course—Catherine swung to the left and made her move. Sarah and Cindy Ma (Metro) caught on, and the three motored off into the sunrise, never to be seen again.
Nancy and I promptly swang into action, enlisting Evelyn Heinbach (Hell's Kitchen) to work with us and chase the three escapees down. But it was too little, too late—a lap and a half later, they were completely out of sight, we had lost Eve, and there were still 7 laps to go.
At 6.5 laps to go, figuring that wearing Evelyn out was key in order to place fourth and fifth, I attacked. Nancy waited for Evelyn to react, and I waited to get caught. Amazingly, I didn't—I time-trialed it for the next twelve miles, cutting through the puddles and cutting every corner in my crazed attempt to stay away. And as I crossed the line with two laps to go, what do I hear but a cheer from Nancy—who is standing near the officials tent.
Yes, it's true—the dreaded "butt cancer" had taken care of Nancy's race aspirations for the day. She had found herself worn out, tired and achy after a hard week of training, and after dropping off of Evelyn, chose to support us from the sidelines. We have flogged her appropriately, and we hope she has learned her lesson. We also made her make breakfast, which was really good, so once this report is complete, all will have been forgiven.
Eve, workhorse that she is, practiced her own time-trialing, and once lapped by the leaders, managed to help bridge Cindy back up to the other two for a last brief connection. She had a strong finish, taking 6th overall. So for the players at home, that'd be Catherine in first, then Sarah, Cindy, myself, Evelyn and Eve.
So today at 7am? Seven women toed the line, fierce faces preparing to do battle against the puddles, the wind, and each other in a fight to reach that finish line first and place in one of the top five money-making spots. Catherine Powers (La Grange) and Sarah Sauvayre (Metro) led us in a ceremonial first lap to check the rather large puddles left behind last night's thundershowers, and as we crossed the line again, the pace began to pick up a bit. Catherine made her first attack after the first turn, and we all reacted promptly and with success. Not so much as we made it through the second corner and onto the windiest side of the course—Catherine swung to the left and made her move. Sarah and Cindy Ma (Metro) caught on, and the three motored off into the sunrise, never to be seen again.
Nancy and I promptly swang into action, enlisting Evelyn Heinbach (Hell's Kitchen) to work with us and chase the three escapees down. But it was too little, too late—a lap and a half later, they were completely out of sight, we had lost Eve, and there were still 7 laps to go.
At 6.5 laps to go, figuring that wearing Evelyn out was key in order to place fourth and fifth, I attacked. Nancy waited for Evelyn to react, and I waited to get caught. Amazingly, I didn't—I time-trialed it for the next twelve miles, cutting through the puddles and cutting every corner in my crazed attempt to stay away. And as I crossed the line with two laps to go, what do I hear but a cheer from Nancy—who is standing near the officials tent.
Yes, it's true—the dreaded "butt cancer" had taken care of Nancy's race aspirations for the day. She had found herself worn out, tired and achy after a hard week of training, and after dropping off of Evelyn, chose to support us from the sidelines. We have flogged her appropriately, and we hope she has learned her lesson. We also made her make breakfast, which was really good, so once this report is complete, all will have been forgiven.
Eve, workhorse that she is, practiced her own time-trialing, and once lapped by the leaders, managed to help bridge Cindy back up to the other two for a last brief connection. She had a strong finish, taking 6th overall. So for the players at home, that'd be Catherine in first, then Sarah, Cindy, myself, Evelyn and Eve.
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