As we were herded and mooing like cattle through the start it became clear that the day would be very interesting for me. The first mile of the race was bumping wheels and stopping for those that spun out on a few hills. If you weren't a leader right away, you waited on traffic. Perfect conditions for blowing up. It was downhill from there.
This was my first race of the season and I had a 2 week dip in miles leading up to it. That, a passion for beer and plenty more road miles than trail miles made for some interesting (un)conditioning. I am still not sure as I write this what felt worse; seeing that I was second to last (as usual) or noting my average speed in the results that was listed at 7MPH and change with the leaders at 10+ . I also paid particular attention that the finisher before me had about 12 minutes on me. It was an interesting event on a typically unforgiving and tight single-track course, but I put on the helmet. Jerimie
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