This weekend was the suck in terms of racing.
Building on top of last week's chain derail just before a big hill. This Saturday I had a chain derail just before the big attack that got away. I got back to the peleton and after 6 minutes of just watching 2 guys go and moving up I broke off the front and started chasing. But these guys had already put a whole mile on the field. The rest of the race was me attacking and getting swallowed up by the loser group all the frickin way to the finish. I couldn't believe how epicly the peleton gave up despite some teammates trying to shut down the breaks. I ended up 20thish.
Back in pdx I went to the shop and had them do a number of things to make sure I wouldn't get another chain derail. I had the cable retnesioned and got a new chain.
Today I shouldn't have even raced. I zipcarred up to Brady for some more racing. It was miserable weather - cold and rainy. And the course was 72 miles. But I had to fulfill my racing addiction. I was feeling good, but then flatted out on lap 1 of 4. It took too long to change the wheel and I never caught up. I gave up after lap 3.
I'm now very demoralized and frustrated. If only I could not have a mechanical I know I can get in a break. Saturday I just despised being in the loser group with all the people saying "whelp I guess those guys will get away". And then today I got dropped and dnfedmylife.
Next week is Walla Walla and I don't know if I'll be able to find anyone to go with. And it'll be my 4th hard week. Whatevs tho.
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