Leading up to this weekend I was excited about finally getting to race again.  Wed night checking the weather they were calling for 55 and sun.  Sweet, work on my fitness accordingly, drinking wed night rather then Friday night.  Friday roles around 40 and rain.  I no longer wish to race, talk to BF and MK and get convinced to race.  

 Show up to the race - register and get dressed - no warm up - roll to the starting line.  Pretty pumped no rain.  We get away - BF is driving it up front - I'm just sitting mid pack watching what unfolds.  After the 1st hill about 5 miles into the race the attacks start to form.  Joe goes up the road and is brought back.  I take a turn with a Saturn and Josh H, and an Anthem guy.  Pulled back - then another attack goes- an anthem and a unknown guy.  Thought we will be bringing them back no Saturn guys no cobc no echelon.  

 I was wrong - anthem's riders kept getting in the way - people wouldn't pull from 4 spots back to keep anthem team from slowing us down.  Bring the break back with 2 laps to go.  And then it starts little groups would go off the front and get brought back.  I thought i was in a late move that would stick a Saturn guy, an anthem guy, and me.  We didn't work too well together and it got brought back.  Next hill another attack, i went again, and we didn't work too well in this group.  1k to go - Steve K takes a massive flyer stringing the field out, 500 m to go joe is sitting up front with only 2 guys in front of him.  I'm stuck on the right berm - blairs mid pack i couldn't get to his wheel.  400m to go, im going up the right side - 200mmy eyes are huge this is looking like the route to the finish- 150m I get put into the grass - race over - Blair holds the sprint off for 3rd. 

 Ride back to the car - cussing up a storm and wondering why my legs don't want to spin and why my hands cant sense anything.  

good race - man am i pumped for the rest of the season