First Night

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.