Repost from the 33:

I had great legs Friday. Sadly, the race was Saturday. That said I stayed on the attack for the whole race to help soften up the field and this helped put my other three teammates into the winning break. Much racing ensued and we took the "W". Funny conversation afterwards, this is the first race I've done with my teammate who won. He rolled up to another teammate during the race when he didn't see me in the field to ask what had happened....

"Nothing happened. He's been up the road the whole time. That's where he usually is."

I'm putting the legs down to a really hard week without much recovery and some dismal air quality. Or I'm just getting old and slow.