Rick and Roman...
The race.
The masters call up go, I just miss it, as Slick Rick who was just ahead of me on points gets a call, and I miss it, no worries, I'm pretty good at the scrum and hit the third row, in another huge field. The race takes off, and I start sucking. I'm kinda surprised, I'm well rested this week, and usually a good starter, but I played this one totally wrong. I'm suffering and back much further than I have been in a while. Bernie flys by me and says "you okay marc?" I grunt something back. I feel pretty awful, so I guess skipping my openers to fiddle with my new frame yesterday wasn't so smart.

Midway through my 2nd lap Fred just walks away from me. I think to myself, �self , you are sucking today� I consider bailing, and then I look around. I�m sitting in the back of my normal group, aside from Fred who is killing it today. (Kelly, Jeff, Doug, Bernie, Rob).