To briefly summarize my race yesterday:
A junior national team kid went from the gun.
A break formed. Two junior nats, two pretty good Cat1s, myself and some other dude.
A well known dude in these parts started gapping people off in order to slim the ranks from the original six in the break.
I was the last person to get broken off. Three survived.
I stayed in no man's land for a LONG time at FTP. I was not having a good time.
Got picked up by what was left of the field. We worked, but not smoothly in the least, to bring them back. There was yelling. Thank God my voice didn't crack.
We got to within 100m of them with a lap and a half to go. Someone, who I shall not bother naming, jumped across to the break. As I was on the front and rotating back, I was in no shape to hit it. F*** me.
A dude who was in the break with me originally takes off with half a lap to go. I jump on. I pull through. He jumps through his turn, gapping me off, and I hit the last corner, going reallllly wide.
14-13-12-11. What had been a 15-20m gap turned into half a bike, but I still came up short.
6th place, in a small but decently talented field. Out of the money.
In other news:
1) Watching the 3s race, and knowing the guys who took the podium places, pretty sure I would have been doing the Jaun Antonio Flecha.
2) I'm going to have to continue to excavate the recesses of the pain cave, in order to make more storage room. That, or get my @ss handed to me at NRC races.