I float around in 9th place for the first three laps, waiting for my second wind. Can you really call it a second wind if you never got your first? Now all my training begins to pay off. The riders in front of me start getting tired, they slow down. I'm on the move. Eighth place. Next lap sixth. I see fifth place in front and follow. He's faster in some sections, but I am faster in others. He can't pull away, but for every little mistake he makes, I make one trying to capitalize. For over 30 agonizing minutes we play cat and mouse. Getting tired. Finally he slows. Make the pass. Fifth place. I'd be over the damn moon if I wasn't worried about him putting up a fight. He doesn't. Thanking my lucky stars and finishing the race in fifth, my best of the season.
I'm gaining. Finally.
|Just after the start.|
|2nd place! It wouldn't last long...|