So the weather was not so perfect today for a cross race. What I feared the most came about today, FROZEN RUTS. I hate these things and they hate me. After checking in and doing part of a pre-lap I knew my day was over before it even began. I could barley keep the front strait and myself on two wheels.
The decision not to race comes from sucking so bad at these types of conditions. Give me slippery mud anytime, but freeze it and I walk. Don't feel like ending up like one of these guys laid up for a month or more.
O'well, those are the breaks. Disappointed yes, end of the world, no.