I felt gutted, I drove home with a stake through the heart.
I'd trade the hot corn race, and some of the other early season ones, to ride this one again, today, and a couple more times this week. I liked it a lot, the whole long course of off camber mud, slippery corners of mud, greasy mud, mud puddles, uphill running mud, and mud.
I let air out of my tires, and had a strong mind set focused to do excellent, my short pre-ride, was on, good form.
I missed my pedal outta the grid, to start the race, twice, and saw the front drop me.
I rode with elbows out, not polite, almost New Englandish, and made up spots, at least I could see the front runners.
Then my lack of time on the mud, mistakes, slips, not clipping in, showed endless places to find improvement.
It was a long lap, and for me slow lap times, I got my moneys worth of mud, logging an 1hr and 7minutes out there on the course, I finished with no brakes, cold toes, a dirty kit, and a burning desire.
To ride more mud.
and some photos from Rebecca Lewandowski: