A trip to hurty land
I spent quite a bit of time during my race on Saturday in hurty land, as Rudy, a Yale guy and I spent 2.5 laps (of 6 total) off the front of the A field. We broke away in about the first mile of the 78 mile race, built up a gap as big as three minutes, and got swallowed up by a chase group on a climb.
Then I got lost in hurty land, with no GPS system or even something as simple as a map to aid in navigating me out. You know those mall maps that have a thing saying “You are here?” Well, if I had a map of hurty land, my “you are here” asterisk would have been in the middle of a pit of fire and dragons and general pain.
I then got repeatedly dropped from that group before getting caught by the main group, from which I was once again repeatedly dropped until I was totally dropped and then did the last lap entirely on my own.
Thankfully I was the last rider to get placed, so all my work wasn’t in vain. Deal with THAT.
Race journal coming.
Do some work erica.