After getting a call-up and getting to start on the front
row due to my time trial result, the criterium started well. As the race
progressed, I thought to myself, this is one of the most civilized criteriums
I’ve ever ridden. The pace was very steady with little in the way of
surges due to attacks, etc. I avoided being caught up in or behind any of
the handful of crashes and finished safely in the bunch with the same time as
everyone else. The overall leader for the weekend picked up a 3-second
bonus in a sprint, but other than that no major time lost in the criterium was
just what the plan had been. Day one of the stage race could hardly
have been better for me.
Sunday’s road race was going to prove to be a different type
of experience. It was dry when we woke up, but by the start of the race,
a steady rain had started that would be with us the rest of the day. I
still felt good and optimistic as I had focused a little more on my nutrition
this year and was five pounds lighter than last season at this race.
Surely that was going to help me on the climbs. The race rolled out
uneventfully towards its first trip up the Mud Mountain Road climb about 7
miles into the race. I settled in near the front of the group and as we
headed up the climb, felt comfortable (as comfortable as you can be climbing a steep
hill in a race!). The pack was steadily shedding riders and as we reached
the steepest pitch about ¾ of the way up, only about half of us remained.
Suddenly, I went from being comfortable to being powerless. I popped off
the back of the group like a sinking stone. It was an odd sensation,
there wasn’t any period of struggling. One moment all was fine, the next
moment I had blown and was crawling up the hill. After topping out,
I tried to gather myself and hook up with other riders for the chase back
on. I had very little power though and found myself having to skip pulls
to even stay in contact with the chasers.
As we hurtled down the descent, I smacked a pothole and my “food” bottle of Perpetuem bounced out of its cage and was gone. I now had only a single gel in my pocket to get me through the race. I continued to struggle and eventually lost contact with the chase group. As a final insult, I managed to drop my remaining gel while trying to open it. All in all, a day to forget and one that thoroughly scuttled my ambitions for a high finish for the weekend.