The temperature ranged from 84-88 degrees. I did Junior race after warmup up for quite a long time (bad idea). There were 9 juniors. Walter Lopez attacked on the second lap. Tulio chased with me on his wheel. We caught Walter and I kept going. We slowed a little bit and looked back to see the entire pack shredded. Jake was just hanging on. Don was OTB. Nick was dangling. Seeing the gap, I said "let's go!". Owen started to drill it, with only Tulio, Walter, and myself following. After a couple laps, our lead was massive, and carnage had ensued behind us. However, I was finding that I was running out of gas. My power decreased on my pulls. To my disgrace, I got popped, pretty bad. Jake caught me (Don had been riding his wheel for quite some time), and I tried to help him out. I blew up again and finished on my own. It was very bad.
My mom got some ice for me, and I did a better job of cooling myself in the Cat 3s. I put ice in my jersey pockets and poured ice water over myself. An Alaskan rider broke away early and stayed away. There was a large amount of WebOpFocus riders in the race. We all were wary of one of them breaking away, because the chase would never work without Focus. I had no strength to break away. I was just trying to hold a wheel; the wind was killing me. Lance Runyan from WebOp broke away and stayed away for second. Brian sprinted to 9th, and I limped in for 13th. The field started with 24 riders, and I was one of the last people to hang onto the pack. It was brutal.
I got in lovely heat acclimatization. I also feel assured that these flat crits will not define the racing season. One day, there will be a race with significant elevation. Hopefully all those big Cat 3s will show up when that day comes.