95 degrees at the start.
the course-basically one long up hill and one long down hill with a tad bit of flat in between. everything in total= 1 mile.
at the whistle a few guys really jammed it and i grabbed on.
i noticed i felt like crap...repeat of the Jeff Cup race, type of feeling.
decided to do little to no pulling, and try and just hang on.
Did some pulling anyway.
fell of the back of the breakaway a couple of times.
caught back on. got dehydrated.
put in one stupid "attack" on the last lap...(i should have saved it.)
led up the hill 200m from the finish.
got passed. hit the wheel of the eventual winner.
bike went sideways. caught the bike.
and managed 3rd place.
afterwards i wanted to crawl into a dark cold wet place and die.