Yesterday was a brutal 60 mile road race in 36 degrees and snow/rain. My feet were numb at the end, and by that, I mean the entire foot from toe to heel. I was the lone Hagens rider, so I had to battle it out alone against 5 wines and 3 group health.
There were 2 significant climbs on the course, and after the first one on the first lap, about half the field was gone. Wines proceeded to relay attack for the entire race, and no one else would help with the chase. There was a lot of bitching and yelling, which I'm not used to in bike races, especially in races where I do a TON of work.
So more relay attacking, more of me going hard up the hills to try to get rid of people. On the 3rd lap, we were down to 5 - 2 wines, me, a group health, and a new cat 3. We worked together until the last hill, and I punched it towards the top, dropping everyone except Tricia from wines. But Tricia hadn't done any work all day (because she had teammates and didn't need to), and I had burned a lot of matches chasing down attacks and dropping people. I waited for her to launch the sprint this time, but my poor little legs couldn't follow, and I got 2nd again. What is with this 2nd place curse?
Then today I geared up for a 20k TT. It was 34 at the start so the race was delayed an hour. I was feeling mentally cracked and my legs felt like craaapppp during warm up. They continued to feel like crap through the whole TT, but I did the best I could. I had an early start time, and after I passed the other women within the first 5 minutes, I was completely alone. It was nice to ride solo, though, and I felt a lot better after - mentally, at least. I rode with the powertap so my placing wasn't great. Finished it off with 45 mins of E on the road bike.
