I didn’t crash.
I didn’t get dead last.
That’s about all the good I can say about my scratch race final tonight. I didn’t have the legs, but raced like I did. Tried to get a move going midway through the 60 lap race, but immediately regretted it. I couldn’t hold the pace necessary to take a lap, and neither could my breakaway companions. So we all came back to the field.
I tried to stay near the front, and it’s a good thing I did, because about 6 or so guys all went down in a big crash.
It was all behind me, so I don’t know how it happened or why (maybe I do know why: what Newt Cole would call “big engine, little rudder” syndrome), but I was thankful to again escape carnage. There were a lot of yellow flags up, and some guys seemed hesitant to pick up the pace, likely because they had a teammate down on the ground and wanted to give them as much time as possible to get a wheel change, pick themselves off the floor, and get back in.
My legs sure crashed. Hard. I couldn’t do anything my brain wanted to do, so I patiently bided my time, hoping i could give it one last go at about 5 to go, if there was ever a lull.
There wasn’t, really, and so I struggled to even maintain my terrible 15th-placed position in the finale. I don’t even know what place I finished, but it wasn’t in the Top 10, and it wasn’t last.
At dinner I read a good quote in a magazine I was reading: You can fail at something the first time, but take credit for trying.
I take full credit, but damn if I don’t want a redo. And maybe knowledge that I would be at this race back in February, so I could have trained better.
Bobby won gold in the pursuit, though he did not set the American record. The women also followed that up with a victory in the team pursuit. So we’ve got two medals, still hoping for a bunch more. I’ve got the points race qualifier in the morning, hoping I can make it and then help Bobby, who will be joining me, to another gold. God knows these legs won’t be able to get a medal themselves. Though stranger things have happened. Should be another fun one.
I’m just continuing to take this all in.
P.S. There’s now a very noticeable scuff on the right side of my shoe. Got pushed into the board, and the shoe was the first contact point.