The picture shows me smiling which I cannot remember doing alot of on the day. The preparation was fine leading up to the event, training was good, I felt fit and apart from breaking my freehub on the race wheel everything else was ok.
The week leading up to the event things got weird at work and put me off balance, then the weather turned horrible and things just started to get to me. Anyway I managed to haul myself up to the start and when we got going I managed to get away well and was in third after the first lap. As the laps went on however my head started to sink and with each pedal stroke I just wanted it to end. I had a few trips off the bike and that was it I packed in after a few hours.
I would normally feel bad about this and in the past I was a "never quit" person and could not understand people who did. The positive I got from it though was that until I spat my dummy out I was going alright.
The moral here is that in one of my last blogs (which I need to do more of) I said that I was mentally strong and nothing got to me. Obviously that is a lie and I am now working out how to get my head from up my arse.
Perhaps its new bike time.
PS the event was well run and a great atmosphere, so I am definately in the next round at Clumber!