Last year I raced 6 or 7 times total. In the past three weeks, I raced 6 times (hard racing too). I never sat in and waited. I tried to make things work attacking, bridging, sprinting, elbowing, shoving, cussing, hurting, puking, etc. This morning I woke up feeling like I was in a drunken bar fight. Next weekend my team is putting on a race - I didn't realize this until later. So, let's see if this worn down, beat up, old man can keep it on the downlow a bit until Saturday. If I do well at this race it puts our name out there, gives our sponsors some recognition, and gets me that much closer to cat 3. After this race papa needs a break. And a testosterone shot.