Sunday was race #4 in the Greenville Training Series. Frank and I both felt like 80 year olds that arthritis and today we would have no Andre or Calum. We agreed that we would sit in for the first couple of laps and see how are legs would respond. I felt like I was going to get shelled after the first hard eff
ort. Many of the questionable riders from yesterday were not in today's field, and it showed. The first lap was relatively smooth, some hard efforts, but nothing too bad. I felt pretty good with all of the accelerations with no signs off falling off. I was moving around the field pretty well and I was feeling pretty good. I wasn't sure where Frank was, but I caught a glimpse of him every once in a while, so all was good. He looked relaxed and I felt relaxed, maybe the day would be OK. Towards the backside of the third lap someone went clear, there was no chase and I was comfortable sitting 3rd wheel, the one of the Greenville Spinner guys opened a gap to chase him down, I figured that if I was going to go, he would be the one to go with since he had a few teammates in the field to hopefully slow things down. I caught him and we worked together to catch the leader, two more guys caught on and I thought we were working together well. My wife 
became my cheerleader, along with Stephen and Erica as I went by and gave a little more motivation, but apparently the field didn't let the last two guys get too far, and all of us got caught. I sat back in the field and worked my way up until the last lap, I was 2nd wheel and trying to see exactly where I wanted to be. Then the field sped up and the guy in front of me didn't, I was boxed in and losing spots, I couldn't find a hole to duck into and ended up at almost the very back of the field, I saw Frank go by on the other side of field, and I thought "oh no, my race is over". Then some on "Frank's side" popped with 500m to go and "my side" began to move up. I was on the left side, because I thought I would have more room after we passed the 200 m mark and the road opened up. Everyone kept accelerating and I was going with them, when "the sprint" began, I found that I had more people to work through than I thought (I felt like I was sprinting through a pinball machine) and only got back up to 24th.
Overall, it was a good day, Frank and I both did OK, and made it through the race with the lead
ort. Many of the questionable riders from yesterday were not in today's field, and it showed. The first lap was relatively smooth, some hard efforts, but nothing too bad. I felt pretty good with all of the accelerations with no signs off falling off. I was moving around the field pretty well and I was feeling pretty good. I wasn't sure where Frank was, but I caught a glimpse of him every once in a while, so all was good. He looked relaxed and I felt relaxed, maybe the day would be OK. Towards the backside of the third lap someone went clear, there was no chase and I was comfortable sitting 3rd wheel, the one of the Greenville Spinner guys opened a gap to chase him down, I figured that if I was going to go, he would be the one to go with since he had a few teammates in the field to hopefully slow things down. I caught him and we worked together to catch the leader, two more guys caught on and I thought we were working together well. My wife 
became my cheerleader, along with Stephen and Erica as I went by and gave a little more motivation, but apparently the field didn't let the last two guys get too far, and all of us got caught. I sat back in the field and worked my way up until the last lap, I was 2nd wheel and trying to see exactly where I wanted to be. Then the field sped up and the guy in front of me didn't, I was boxed in and losing spots, I couldn't find a hole to duck into and ended up at almost the very back of the field, I saw Frank go by on the other side of field, and I thought "oh no, my race is over". Then some on "Frank's side" popped with 500m to go and "my side" began to move up. I was on the left side, because I thought I would have more room after we passed the 200 m mark and the road opened up. Everyone kept accelerating and I was going with them, when "the sprint" began, I found that I had more people to work through than I thought (I felt like I was sprinting through a pinball machine) and only got back up to 24th.Overall, it was a good day, Frank and I both did OK, and made it through the race with the lead
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