Suffering The Indignity

Here are a few different ways to look at how today went:

The Outraged: SAM YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE NOT SUPERMAN! YOU CAN'T GO TO THE FRONT OF AN NRC RACE AND MARK EVERY MOVE LIKE YOU CAN AT A LOCAL PARKING LOT CRIT!

The Disbelieving: I can't believe you attacked yourself out of the race. What the hell were you thinking going off the front alone like that? Why did you keep attacking the field even though you knew you were pinned? Were you trying to get dropped?

The Compassionate: At least you learned a bit more about what your limits are as a rider, right? I'm sure that information will be valuable in the next race.

The Illogical: WAY TO SHOW 'EM SAM! The North American pro peloton is now sure of one thing: for the first 40 minutes of the race, you have the biggest balls of any man out there. And you know what they say about the first 40 minutes: "they're a lot more important than the last 40 minutes".

The Rationalizing: At least other people got dropped too -- and I doubt those racers attacked NEARLY as hard as you did. You were the strongest racer to get dropped in the first 40 minutes by far.

The Optimistic: At least you were able to hitch a ride home, right? I bet you sure were pretty scared you were going to perish out there -- especially when you rolled through the first feed zone only to find that everyone was long gone, huh?

Guff. Another race is over and done with. At least this means I can drink beer without feeling guilty tonight.