Tuesday night was rough for me. Justin got a gap early on, as he was practicing some harder jumps. Two THF boys attacked when he was almost caught, and I just rolled to the front of the pack to keep them in check. Well, no one really followed me, and Justin looked like he wanted to get up to them. I pulled through and asked him if he wanted to get up there, and he gave me the nod. So I burried myself up the hill to get him close enough for him to bridge the rest of the way. Well, that effort put me in the red, and I was done.

I sat up, let the pack catch me, then I hopped onto the back as it was single file. I lost contact next time up the hill. I chased a bit, but then decided to take it easy, recover and get back in it. Not quite the confidence builder for Winghaven, but it happens.

The rest of the night was spent hanging onto the back. The race wasn’t that hard at that point, but my legs screamed at me everytime we had to go even remotely hard.

I am guessing eating sheet cake everyday for about 6 days in a row, amongst a bunch of other crappy foods, and a good chance that I didn’t have enough water in my system, combined with the heat, and the fact that I really haven’t been riding all that much… made for a bad night.

Wednesday I commuted home from work. The legs still felt like gobbly goo when I put in the harder efforts.

Today I commuted back into work. The legs felt iffy at first, but then started feeling good. So I am hoping I am over my bad spell. I’ll take tomorrow off, and get an opening ride in on Saturday, then look forward to a hard race on Sunday.

I’m also giving some crazy thoughts in going to Kentucky in July for Master’s nationals… stay tuned.