Bridging The Gap: 'Crossed My Heart

Today I raced the 'Cross My Heart Race in College Park. The course rocked and was by far the best of the three races I've done this year. With temperatures in the 50's, the ice was melting quickly and our race was proper muddy. As per usual, I raced like an complete idiot. My intention was to stay at the front with the race leaders and possibly try an attack towards the end of the race at a decisive moment. I followed that plan for about 10 minutes, then the two guys in front of me faded and I shot off the front for a lap and a half, blew my wad, and did the suffer shuffle until I slipped, felled, cramped up, and nearly puked in the last lap. It was really fun. On the bright side, Southern Comfort won and it was his first race! Fucking. Awesome.

I don't know why I race the way I do. I can't justify it with my "training," bike handling skills, or any other bicycle-related skill. I'll probably go into more detail about this later, especially considering the Tradezone series starts up next weekend, but right now I'm pooped and the Cards lost.