I was looking for my birthday cake after the Crit. Steve Tilford, Brian Jenson, and Shadd Smith had already delivered the 27 spankings. I wanted to eat some cake and drink punch.
Geez I race stupid. On lap 1 or 2 I had Steve's wheel when he flitted the pedals on the downhill tailwind and shot into hysperspeed. I probably could have hung for awhile but as I saw him go I pretty much shy'd away from the opportunity to suffer that much. That was dumb. Because I suffered on the front of the peloton the whole time anyway. I have no delusions that I would have lasted the race, but I freaking should have at least tried. Oh well, certainly no loss of workout. On my way home I was climbing the hill by Mill Creek elementary and had plenty of time to enjoy the art work that children had put up in the windows. I contemplated serpenting into the parking lot of the school, but an old lady walking her dog on the sidewalk was already not impressed with my climbing. You know if old ladies aren't impressed you got nothing.
Amber took my out for my favorite (currently) meal. Memphis dry rub rib rack, and baked beans. That gives the legs enough to go MTB'ing this morning.