Road race today reminded me of the Tour of Poland; cold and rainy. 55 degrees with rain throughout and strong winds. It was miserable, but I switched my brain off after a while. Then the cold caught up to me and I switched my brain back on and was miserable. But I had made a little early-race selection, so I had to stay with it. Came down to a sprint. My body had spent too much time keeping itself warm and didnt have anything left at the end, despite the ride being easy on the legs. I don't know where I was. Maybe 10th or so? Hard to tell.
I thought about quitting. But that would dishonor my mustache and cycling cap.
Street Sprints later. I'll do them if they happen. Must honor the stache. Crit tomorrow. Same weather as today. I anticipate a lot of crashes.
Thank you for reading the most boring race report this blog has ever bequeathed to the populace.
You know what? I'm feeling generous, here's a photo of Vladimir Karpets:
