3 WEEKS on the road

The weather is a bit moody as I look out the window from my bed. It’s kinda cold in the room so I’m snugging in under my blanket as I’m writing this. I have been home for 72 hours, but my body still doesn’t feel like doing anything really. After 3 super intense weeks I feel like I got hit by a train as soon as I crossed the doorstep to home. My bed and I have had some serious quality time.  

But the past weeks has, beside being intense, also been absolute amazing. I felt so strong and confident when I flew out to Munich for the Europeans Championship 3 weeks ago. On the trip overseas I started to feel better and better, but when I got home and prepared for the Europeans Championship, I started to feel much more capable, and like that covid mid-season incident was fully out of the system. 
The track in Munich was special, we were racing in a park in the middle of the city. I started the race, kept believing in my abilities and finished in 8th position. Just behind Caroline Bohe and Alexandra Keller, who has been insanely fast all year.

After that race I knew that next weekend’s World Champs could be really great. From Germany we drove straight to Les Gets, where this year’s world champs were going to take place. Our national coach had booked a big chalet on the French mountainside, Caro and I quick took our claim on the nice basement room with our own bathroom (we’re not only racing in the weekend ;-)). Good week ahead with the best roommate. Our room didn’t have any wifi and almost no phone signal – so patients and actual talking was practiced during that week, haha. 

After last weekend’s race I knew the shape was there and I just had to keep my shit together and go for it. So, I did that. And finished my best race of the season in 8th! Freaking awesome. I rode alongside the fast ladies, and was thinking, hah, I’m as strong today yeeew. 
After a lovely big danish dinner I went to bed with a smile on my face, that Sunday evening. But not much time to celebrate, because when the alarm ringed Monday morning – we were already on the road to our next destination. Last World Cup of the season in Italy, Val di Sole. Just one week more of full focus and then let’s finish this season. 

In Italy it was hard to get the energy back for another race weekend, I did my best to unplug and find the drive. For the short track on Friday, I was actually not feeling like racing, but as we discussed with my team manager – do it for Sunday. So, on the start line, I was thinking – do it for Sunday Malene. Finished 13 meant second row – perfect. 
When Sunday finally came around I felt ready to give it my all. And I did, again I felt super strong and I went on the hunt for my best result. With one and a half lap to go, I felt like I was capable of a little bit of magic, but maybe I was a little too motivated to finish fast and I hit a stone to hard, which caused a flat tire.. Bummer. But still managed to finish 14th. 

 On the bottom-line I’m so proud of the way I rode for those 3 weeks. I hit a high level and I managed to keep it for 3 weekends in a row. That both motivates me and makes me dream for the future. Why not me? 
 
Now I upload this, and maybe I take another nap? 
Rumours says that I have some other World Champ race coming up.. ;-)