This last weekend I raced at Seatac. Great course and always a lot of fun. This race was different though. I somehow convinced myself that I was the last one on the course and so, really what was the hurry? It's amazing how much time you have to think in a 25 mile race. Since I had convinced myself that I had completly lost the race, I figured that I should enjoy the ride. I mean it is Spring and there are lots of nice flowers blooming. Silly me. I ended up coming in 4th. Now I know for next time.
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