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I was watching a little pre-game browns (best part of racing on sunday's is missing football atmo) coverage yesterday morning in front of the "muni lot" which is pretty close to where Wendy Park cyclocross was last weekend. To be honest, I would have thought Wendy Park was a month ago. I guess it was just last week.

I seem to have developed that nack for deleting memory of races I don't like. Especially since I haven't complained about it on here yet. Either way, Wendy went crappy again this year, just not as bad as last (Oh yeah, just to clear that title of the link up, it was sarcasm last year when I said "crash heard around the world" because no one seemed to realize I was gone from the race! This is what happens when you suck) This year I still flatted, blew up, crashed, and didn't finish all in like 4 laps. It was chaos. Moving on.

The past Saturday was the Stark-Kent cross race. I had a bunch of time to dial in my bikes but for some reason I didn't have the course very dialed. I kept forgetting when the loopy-loop 180°s were, and which direction they went. I guess that is what happens when I try hard. My legs also weren't cooperating too nicely.

I had a great start shooting along the outside from the 3rd row to be in the top 10 out of the first corner. I should probably just start on the front row, start easier, go into the first corner 10th, and save some energy but my way is more dramatic. Anyway, I soon found myself helping Johnny get back up the leaders. I kind of blew up closing a gap that had opened after Tony had an untimely crash. I readied myself for the 2 minute power climb but kind of blew up on it each of the first two laps, loosing some major places. Eventually I got my second wind on the third lap and started picking a few people off and battling some others trying to move up. Almost like a real race for me!

Sometime in the middle of the road race, Tony, Chris Metzler, and I hooked up. I don't think any of us were happy with how the race was going so we pretty much stayed glued to each other no matter what section. Not waiting for each other, but also not attacking each other. We worked semi-well together to close a bit on Ray, but really more to gain time on Eric Lesco. The gaps were huuuuuuge with all the pedaling sections and we were soon in no man's land. Power-to-Weight-Ratio-Metz led up the power climb but couldn't shake Tony or I. I was waiting for Tony to attack into the last turns but I couldn't wait any longer (ADD kicking in sometimes helps) so I attacked and 'won' the sprint for 12th or some lowly placing.

I was glad I kept punishing myself even though I wasn't going at my best and at least scrapped something of a result out of a less-than-perfect day.

Also, since John is too P-R-O to update his blog now, he beat PaulfreakingMartin on Saturday. ON A GRASS CRITERUIM COURSE NO LESS! My hero!