We have also been writing a memoir, Mine is about my New Zealand National Track Champs Races at the start of this year. Here it is.
Now it's race time
Throwing me into the zone, momentum and speed sets my mind and body for the race ahead. Should I make the break? Will I know when to go? Cheering and clapping surrounds The Dome. My ears prick up as I hear the whistle, then the call, and it’s my turn to take the lead. The heat from the hot sweaty people, both racing or not, is overwhelming. High speed and spinning legs takes over my body. Now it is race time! Bars bumping and wheels rub, as the crowd screams uncontrollably for their team. I feel the radiation of the same pain and determination that every other rider feels. My head screams keep going, but my body hanging only by a piece of thread ready. The slick surface is lost in the forest of black rubber and sweaty bodies, as I raise up and over to gain the lead. In pain, my legs suffer for one more lap. ‘Not far to go now,’ I remind myself. My head, set on first place. That medal will be mine. Then the unimaginable happens, as everyone racing drops.
