Not nearly as muddy as Mount Pleasant last weekend, the race at Jefferson Barracks was not a course that played to my strengths. It was mainly a power course, with long, slow, sticky straights and rather easy technical sections. I dismounted in "the pit" every lap but the last one. It just seemed like it took too much energy to pedal out of than to jump off and stretch the back.
I started like a monkey on crack (thanks, Pat Collier!) as usual, narrowly missing the guard rail at the end of the first straight. After that, the power left my legs and I figured out how to lose 14 places in a 1/4 lap. Wow. That was my worst implosion yet this year. I found my climbing legs half way through and got back up to 9th place. My cheering family was the difference, I think. They can yell like no one else!