So, the race report from Sunday. As I was a bit tired from Saturday’s big effort and I wasn’t quite as amped given that I was very psyched with Sat.’s result and achieving Cat 4, I decided I’d move around in Sunday’s pack and let the others do the work. My strategy worked out fine until I realized that the last lap was the last lap. In other words, as we were passing the officials at the Start line I happened to look over and noticed the 1 to go sign – how I missed the prior signs is a bit of a mystery. So, after laughing at myself for being a bit spacey on the lap count, I started to move my way up in the group. When we got to the 1/2 lap to go I started to realize my progress forward wasn’t good enough. After trying to move up the left side, then the middle, I slowed down to let some guys behind me go forward so that I could swing right, which I did. Then, having a clear shot forward and realizing I was 1) running out of time to make a move and 2) I wanted to make my move before the last big turn, something inside me just threw down the hammer and I passed about 30 guys, into the wind and took the last turn like Mark Cavendish on rails. Then realizing there was still a good 500 meters to go, I took a quick look back and realized the group was coming. Somehow I still had something to give and continued to Hammer as the last thing I wanted was to get caught because I had a feeling a crash was going to happen (as it did last year). And sure enough, with 200 meters to go I heard that dreaded carbon fiber/bike crashing sound behind me and as I continued to mash the pedals, I passed two guys who had gone off the front before me. The last 50 meters were a complete blur as I was in the serious red zone and I swear my tongue was out of my mouth and on my stem. At the end of it all, I finished exhausted and in 11th out of a field of 41…not too bad considering how poorly I had set myself up, but my determination to finish in the top paid off.
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