Took nearly 2 hours to get down to the track this afternoon. First, there was a police block down Jones. Then, I was snagged in random traffic the entire way down, when usually there’s not too much traffic at all. Still made it onto the concrete pad in the middle of the velodrome at 6:30pm though, which is still enough time to get warmed up. Not like riding around helped too much anyway. I’ve been easing back into the running, and have opted for stairs until my leg is fully healed. Definitely out of shape, but this week was even worse for some reason. Tonight, there were combined categories: 5, 3/4, and p/1/2. I threw on the shallow front wheel as to avoid getting tagged by the wind like last week.
Scratch: 10 laps. I forget the details, but I was dropped pretty early on, and just watched the sprint go down.
Tempo: 10 laps. Dropped again, not surprisingly. Not quite sure what happened for the rest of the race. I remember vaguely someone unclipping from their pedals.
Miss and Out: So this one was a bit better. I rode near the back and sprinted up the track between turn 3 and 4 to pass people from the top. It worked out pretty well, and soon, there was just Steve, 2 guys, and me, sitting in last. On that lap, I gave the sprint along the turn 1 last go, but was too far gone to even nudge ahead of the other riders. I think Steve won…?
Points: 35 laps, points every 5. A group of 4 guys split off early on, and it was just me, Alex, Steve, and some random junior kid chasing. Let me rephrase. Every time the kid was up for a pull, he went through about 5 meters before pulling off, up the ramp. It was pretty sad, to say the least. While all these half ass exchanges were happening, the main group was gaining distance around the track on us, and I was sure they’d lap us soon. Alex was chugging along, but too slowly for me and Steve, so I put in another pull, and they were dropped. Shortly thereafter, we were swooped up by the 4 guys at the head of the pack. Kind of held it together for a bit, until the final sprint came around. We were lapped anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.
Safe night of racing, safe drive back into the city. Not much else I could ask for.