It was extremely tempting to stay in my warm, dry, and inviting bed Saturday morning, but I was having none of that! Rain, who are you? I was racing, but maybe I wasn’t so gung ho at that time. Especially driving down the interstate watching the rain becoming more intense.
The race was supposed to be sixty miles, but the officials cut the race down to forty-five miles, three fifteen mile loops. I started in the back, and I was able to move with minimal effort. The course was mostly flat with a few rolling hills. At a certain area it was always raining harder and it fogged up my glasses more. It was difficult to see anyhow, which made things nerve racking. However, at times the rain nearly subsided only to make it more painful when it picked up again.
As it turned out there were about ten guys who wanted to do anything in the race, and the same guys attacked. None of the attacks were consequential until the end of the race when a guy was dangling out front going into the last kilometer.
The sprint took longer to start than I thought it would, so I figured I’d just put my head down and go! It seemed tight, and I could not tell how many people were around. Several of us finished in a cluster. I knew I got a top five, but didn’t realize I had won the field sprint for second until the results were posted. The suffering in the rain paid off.
-david
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