Yup, I got my butt kicked...again! I got 7th out of about 327...million cat 3 racers! Nah, there wasn't that many, but there must have been close to 75 starters. I was in several breaks. Brought back several breaks. Even attempted a solo break. In the end, there was a group of 2 in the lead and a group of 3 chasing them. We still had about 15 miles to go so I wasn't concerned. Shortly after I drifted back in to the pack to catch my breath, I see a group of 8 take off. That was when I knew I was in trouble. The pack stayed so tight, bunched up across the road that it took me over a mile to get free so I could attempt to bridge up to that next group. Once I got free, I just buried myself. I rested my head on my stem, slid to the front of my seat and just pedaled with all I had. After about 2 miles of that, I finally caught the back of the group. Well, we didn't catch any of the breaks ahead of us, and the main group didn't catch back up to us. So...we sprinted...hard. Imagine sitting at the finish line and about 300yd away you see 9 guys doing about 38 mph, rounding the final turn. Now, picture about 5 of those guys standing up and picking up the pace to about 40 mph. Yeah, we were going really fast. The lead out was so fast that when we finally sprinted, we barely accelerated! I lead the majority of the way to the line, but in the end, one guy edged me out. Not a bad day, especially for getting destroyed the day before.
What are my final thoughts on the day? Well, I am glad I made it through safely. I had a lot of fun, and I am ready to go back to MOUNTAIN BIKE RACIN'!! True story, guys, true story.