Saturday's 40 mile road race started out flat and fast. There were 17 women at the start. I enjoyed the pace and felt ok. But it wasn't long before the first "hill" and my face felt flushed and I became nauseated. On the second hill, I felt worse and fell of the back. I caught back on, only to fall off again before the big prime hill. I rode a bit with another girl, but then I felt to ill to even stay with her. I finished the race, creeping to the finish, feeling horrible. Last, of course. I felt so bad, I couldn't wait to get a cool hotel room. I basically took a nap with Barack Obama announcing Joe Biden as running mateon TV in the background. Got up with a splitting headache, walked across the street to CVS for Tylenol, and went back to sleep, skipping the afternoon time trial.
Sunday's criterium had about the same number of women. It was rainy. It was a nice flat course, totally my style, but the final corner had a slick faux brick which was the culprit of several crashes. My tire slid early on as a warning, so I wasn't eager to do much but stay upright through the corner. I never felt like I was in good placement at the finish because I was so cautious in the corner. My teammie, Cora, went down mid-race, which mentally just washed away any aggressive thoughts I had for the finish. I got 7th place, just one place out of the money. Somehow, I seem to frequently talk myself just out of placing in the money.
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