Longsjo 2018


I wasn’t sure how I would rebound from my crash at Beverly. An easy spin Friday afternoon and again Saturday morning revealed a sore knee, stiff neck and tired legs, though the tired legs may have been just as much from the three days of racing or the newly arrived heat as from the crash. 

Saturday was only getting hotter. But dry. At least an early evening start time might allow things to cool down a bit. 

I lined up with an ice-sock stuffed down the back of my race suit and low expecations. I had done minimal warm up. It seemed more likely I would overheat before the race than get my legs anywhere close to race-ready. 

The start was sane and manageable. Around the first corner, the sweet smell of fresh haybales hit me. Summer was underway.

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