Snow covered the peaks of the Smokies, but the the Tennessee Valley quickly warmed up to 44 degrees by mid-race.
My winning strategy in most racing is to go out and have fun, regardless of results. I took my eyes off the prize and got wound up about todays race. In doing so, I came off the line like a limp peter chasing the rabit. It wasn't until the disaster set in that I begun my comeback. It took me three laps to realize that the urge to puke wasn't going away. About that time I saw a few opportunities to make a move and pass rather than be passed. I played leap frog with at least one other rider and reeled in another. In the end I came in 7th.
Hindsight: I made a poor decision to ride the singlespeed mountain bike rather than the cross bike.
Magnusson put the mountain bike to use in the cross race.
Thanks to John Baker and volunteers for putting on another great race.
...and thanks to my fan club
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