Stretched out like an Elastic

So, the weekend has come and gone. It was a busy weekend, fathers day for me as a new dad and Aidans Great-grandfather came to visit. IT was a great saturday, family was in town for a little BBQ and getting to hand out with the little one. The US/Italy game was really good, those refs blew the game though, they should be suspended, but what do I know, I'm just a fair-weather fan.
Big Golf Clap for Barry Wicks and his secret racing line that allowed him to win the Mnt. Snow Super-D race. NICE!!! and I guess his twin tower couldn't be left out so Ryan Trebon took home the short track victory.
Well, sunday morning, I awoke to the sound of crying, not my own of course... At 8am, coach Gus arrived for the morning ride over to Wells ave. It was this roadies first "Race", criterium style, category 5 racer action. I was racing in the C-race, my final effort would be better described as a F-race..."F" for flop. Got some warm-up laps in the parking lot as instructed by "coach". Did not know what to expect. Probably about 30 guys in the group, all looked to be pretty fit. Yupp...they were. The first 3 laps, the avg speed was 27mph..damn, I could barely hang onto the peleton. By lap 8 I was off the back just trying not to puke, the elastic broke. Luckily I had prepared for the race by leaving my water bottle at home. I was lapped around lap 12, I really have no idea, I just didn't want to get lapped again. My heart max'd out by lap 4, the legs were good but I just didn't have the motor or endurance to hang on, so I rode my own race , solo effort 90% of the time, just trying to stay above 22mph, which is pretty slow considering but I never did get lapped again (think positive). I had to laugh though becuase I remember lining up that start line and looking around at everybodies bike and mine had to be the oldest, crappiest bike there. As Francisco said when he looked at my bike "Your bike, I do not like, it is no good." There were road shoes there worth more than my bike. I felt like I was riding a huffy. I do have to say it was a new level of suffering and it can only get better...I hope, becuase if i have a few more weeks like this, i'm gonna take up fishing. Last note on the race, whomever that guy was who kept yelling at me to slow down so I could get caught by his team which was leading the peleton.......why?, but thanks for the encouragement
The rest of sunday was spent doing yard work, sweeping out the garage, rebuilding the MTB, taking out the garbage, drinking beer and eating everything in site. It was a hungry day.