Where to begin. After a week of deciding whether or not to race collegiate mens b's this weekend Dean and I decided it would be best to get some more experience and confidence before resuming any help in helping the team advance to nationals. The race started out kind of fast with breaks trying to get away. There was the small break with a couple of Wisconsin guys, Joey and some one else in it. After that got brought back right away by Indiana I came to a quick conclusion that I would just sit in the pack knowing that nothing would survive. Not too many people figured this out though. This must have turned out to be the most boring race ever. Averaging just 150 watts over the span of nearly 3o some miles I just hung out on the back and chatted. Felt like a tour stage almost. On the last lap there were constant attacks and counter attacks but nothing would stick at all. Going into the final 200 meters it was open road and I took full advantage of this. The sprint was everything that I had hoped for. I am almost certain that if I had positioned myself a few positions further up I could have taken the win. Any way I wont complain about going from the very back of the field to 7th overall. I know that my final sprint was faster then the Indiana guy that won (34mph compared to my 36mph).
The next day however did not go so well. I knew off the bat that I had to be towards the front but I never had the intentions of leading the first 300 meters into the wind. After trying to get myself back into position I found myself falling back and Jack just kept on going. After getting dropped I just felt like riding and hoping that others in front of me were getting dropped and pulled. Not too bad that I only completed 10 laps of 20 and I somehow got 15th. I guess that every point counts. Kind of sad however that you can have one of the best races of your life one day and the next just completely bomb it. No wonder the pro's have to dope.
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