Like a freshman pledge during Hell Week I was hazed again at my first training race of the year. It was fast, mainly because most of the usual suspects have a few races under their belts and are flying. Sprint night was tougher than I remember. First of all, the regroupment after the first sprint was the shortest I can remember. Second of all, it was fast.
I lasted until about half way to the “T”. Knowing I needed the miles I cruised up to the rockpile, turned around and soft pedaled until the “group” caught me. By the time I reconnected it was whittled down to about 8 riders. I rode at the back the rest of way and got in 33 miles.
