Dungeness that is. I skipped out on the second of three Mason Lake road races in order to challenge a mixed field of Cat 4/5 men out on the northern end of the Olympic Mountains in Western Washington today. It’s a long drive, plus a ferry, but luckily I convinced my friend (and fellow triathlon blogger), Chris Tremonte, to join me (despite him having raced an indoor track meet yesterday).
In the car/ferry ride out there we talked some strategy. Chris would make a move, then I would break away a few minutes later and we would work together until one of us died.
It worked perfectly, and I managed to bring two guys up with me. With four people in the break we worked fairly consistently and managed to build an 80 second lead by the end of the third (of four) laps. Shortly after that, Chris got wussy around a corner and got himself dropped, which left three. a few miles later another guy dropped off, and it came down to about four miles left with just one other cyclist. At that point I should have just charged and tried to drop him off my wheel, but instead I just kept rotating. It came down to a sprint (which I don’t do well at), and I didn’t do well. I was second, and the fact that the Allen is a Cat 2 track cyclist (and therefore has sprinted more times this year than I will my entire life) only mildly makes me feel better for being an idiot when it comes to strategy. Regardless, it was my third road race ever, and my first time racing cat 4’s. Unlike the name of the race, I’m not crabby.
Check here for results, and I’ll update links when I find them posted.