My recent lack of self-control for training, eating right, and drinking in moderation was all too obvious today. I got shelled at the beginning of the first gravel section, chased back on with a small group, got dropped again on the 2nd gravel section, chased with a dwindling group for the remainder of the race, and rode the last 15 miles alone to finish in 6th.

That’s it. I’m writing a two-sentence race report for a 102 mile race because that’s all it deserves. I’m glad that I’m on Spring Break, because I need to be a training hermit in Mountain View this week after a quick trip to Nashvegas for a Hell of the South race course preride.