Race Report: St. Peter's RR

Not much to talk about today. I blew to pieces on the second big climb, couldn't catch my breath and tasted blood in my mouth, finished the first 16-mile lap far off the back and pulled out. Sat around and waited for the group to come through after their second lap, cheered on my teammates and then went home, tail between my legs.

Today was probably one of the worst days I've had on the bike in my short competitive history. I was climbing and riding strong all week, too, which makes the fact that I got sick on race day that much more disappointing.

Oh well, it's just March. There's a whole season ahead of me.

In much better news, three of my teammates placed in the top 14. At least somebody had a good day today. It sure wasn't me.