Rob putting the wood to me...

So I start to go, start to move up. Work my way to the front of the group. Rob and I take turns at the front. He's riding very well. I start planning on where I want to attack him. I think I'm better in the mulch. We hit the sandpit on the backside of the course, I chop him a bit, and bounce into him, he laughs at my weak powers, and stomps on it. He gets a 10 second gap instantly as he smoothly navigates the sandpit of doom, kicking sand in my face. I flounder like a fish out of water. In my head I scream "shit.fuck.damn." I try to get him back, but never do. It was a good move on Rob's part.

One lap to go. Rob is still my carrot, Marty and Kirk are starting to come back. I pick it up a little, want to keep the pace high, I got Jeff, Doug and Bernie on my wheel. I hope to gap the fellas but never do. We get to the final field section, I'm close to the next group, but back off a little. I employ a little strategery, as I'm afraid to bury myself getting up to them, pulling my group, only to be destroyed in a sprint by everyone. I think that was smart ?