Race reports?

I’ve decided I’m not going to write race reports anymore. No, I not afraid of being So Faux’ed. I just have to wonder sometimes when I read other people’s race reports… “Were we at the same race?”

What I will say about the races this past weekend is this: I need to work on my head. I let some lady push me off my line at Union Grove coming out of the final turn before the sprint. She took the wheel I wanted and won. I should have fought for that wheel, instead I gave it to her without so much as a whimper. Kudos to her, she deserved it as she was one of the women animating the race all day. I wound up getting shuffled towards the back of the pack but pulled out a pretty good sprint for 8th.

As for Sunday’s crit in Southern Maryland, I was out of that race before it even began. I don’t mind riding in the rain. I do it on an almost weekly basis on my commute to work, but for some reason, I was scared to death of the two downhill corners and would hit the brakes every time, living up to my nickname (Chicken). My accordion is most likely responsible for 2 of my teammates getting dropped because they were on my wheel for a few laps, then nothing, just the motorcycle behind me. With 9 laps to go I sat up for a moment, but enough to let the pack get 10 seconds up the road. I kept that gap for 5 laps, then someone attacked hard and I never saw the pack again. I rolled in for 13th but I did take something away… practice.

Wow, for stating that I’m never going to write another race report, that sure does sound like a race report!