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I suppose I'll write a few things about my rough ride on Sunday. I couldn't get out of my own way. I had a good start, only to mess up on the first corner and lose some spots. I made those spots back up, and then fell in a big muddy puddle, caking my gloves. Then I couldn't really brake or shift, so I guess, to slow myself down, I opted for falling. And crashing some more. And crashing and falling. Falling onto icy ruts hurts, a lot. I feel and look as though I have been beaten with a baseball bat. But I guess you need a rough day every now and then to really appreciate the good ones. On the positive side, though the frustration I was feeling throughout the race was overwhelming, I'm happy I finished. The feeling of defeat is worse than having a rough race on the bike.

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