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Yesterday was the Cake race. My first A race, of my first road season. It was hard, there was lots of gravel, there is a screwed rear wheel, there was mud in my mouth and a lost pair of sun glasses. There was rain, and hail, as well as some wonky Cat 5 echelons (a type of pace line for handling a cross wind), however I was impressed that we were able to get one together in the first place. Big props to the guy who kept us organized. All that being said, it was AWSOME!!! I love it! It hurt, sometime it hurt a lot, but I like that type of fun.
For the most part our group of five worked well together. At one point it took us a while to adjust to the fact that the wind direction switched. I think this is the point where the break made the most time. Number one and two came in five minutes ahead of our group. How they were able to do that I have no idea. One thing I do have to say is that most of the guys would sit at the front until they were hammered before pulling through. This slowed us down as well.
Each of my pulls were about a minute. For the stronger/smarter ones in our group this was normal, the others would would do two, almost three minutes. When it came time for the sprint those guys were hammered.
With about two miles left to go the team work stopped, and a few others joined us and everyone was trying to get into position for the sprint. When the time came I jumped a bit early, my rear wheel was rubbing (despite that fact that someone opened my brake up all the way)and I started running out of gas. There was some bumping, actually a lot of bumping, but we managed to stay up right. The guy who edged me out at the line was so low that he was practically resting his chin on his stem.
I didn’t win, I didn’t get my cake, but I raced the best race I could, and learned a lot more about racing my bike. All of which is going to help me get on that damn podium.