E O'B, Bariani, Cat 3

My four-year old woke me up at 5:00 with a stomach ache and promptly vomited all over my wife--but missed me. That was to be the only lucky break of the day.

The wind and cold at 7:00 AM were considerable--after 20 minutes on the trainer, I quit trying to get my HR into ME. We stood around for 20 minutes waiting for the course to open, which served as a good cool down from my non-existent warm up. I ran my Flashpoint deep-section wheels, despite Zach Wick's incredulity at my decision (Note to self--when a Wick offers advice, take it).

When we hit the road, I moved up into the top ten in the crosswind to avoid getting guttered.
The pack split apart in said crosswinds, but I made the initial selections. The pack hit a brief climb to the KOM with a ferocity unmatched by my dead legs. When I stood up to climb, I felt each and every micro-acceleration from the previous day's crits. I lag-climbed from fifth to 50th, but I still couldn't latch back onto the tail of the group because of the brutal crosswinds. OTB, baby!

I decided to HTFU and complete all five laps for the training--stubbornness, hubris, or stupidity? You decide.
I put together a few chase groups and rolled in 2 hours and 45 minutes later, beaten into a physical and mental stupor.
Rest week. Thank the gods.
E.