Where to Begin?
I don’t know exactly what happened Saturday. The Olympics are such a strange beast; racing is such a strange animal. If you had asked me Friday if I was ready I would have confidently responded yes without any false bravado. I felt so ready, I felt fast, I was excited, and I was sharp. So where did everything go wrong? That is open to interpretation; of which there are many (see appendix A. joking). I had an ok start and was able to move into the top 3 by the end of first lap, the pace felt too slow evidenced by the fact that the gap we had opened at the front had come back together, but at the same time my body felt tight and pulling on me or like I was under water. I knew I had to split the race apart, to make it harder and went to the front and drove it. But every effort I made seemed to only work a couple of seconds and then the rider I passed was coming around me again. I was getting gapped on the crests of climbs and not sticking wheels meaning I was constantl