Saturday I rested up, epsom bath and skipped the wine. I slept great and Sunday morning I felt really good. I went to BS with Art and Marianne.
We all rolled out as part of the neutral start, and into the prologue, I felt good. I had Marianne in sight which is a good marker for my start. I lost sight of her about 1/3 way into the prologue, but reeled her back in before we got back out onto pavement. Then Marianne disappeared as she is way faster than me. From there, I backed it down a notch to prepare for pump house possibly being slippery. With my neck, I consciously try to drop and relax my shoulders. I can not do that when I am pushing really hard. It's sort of preparation to keep loose. I made it through some traffic on the first slippery section, but stared to slip about a bit. I may have been a tad over aired.
The slipping was enough to throw off my confidence and I decided to get off at the rock bridge. I have ridden that bridge many times, but Sunday I was sketched out. No big deal I thought, I will get it together. Then a few minutes later I went to put a foot down in stopped traffic, and I lost my footing and went down. That is a problem I have. My legs are short (28" inseam) on a 29er. I can find ground with my foot about an inch or two lower than where my tires sit. Any lower than that, I may lose my balance and go down. I ended up turning my saddle sideways and had to bang it back into place. I kept on riding, but once my confidence was off, the more I would screw up. Then I missed a turn. I just had my head down and spaced out. By the time I realized it, I was too lazy to back track. I just continued to the aid station from where I was.
I fell again trying to put my foot down. It actually was pretty stupid. I got off line in a rock garden that I clean almost every time. Instead of trying, I gave up to put a foot down and lost my footing, flipping down hill, upside down, stuck between rocks, thinking I am getting too old for this. I tried to move and strained my back, slipping again and banging my knee into the stem. You know that funny bone pain!
With that, I decided to pull out at the aid station with a 18 mile ride. So, not a great race for me, but better than sitting on the couch. Art and Marianne both had good races making a worthwhile day between the three of us. As of today, I am saying no more racing for me, but ask me in a few months and I may change my mind.