So there are days that you never want to end and there are days that you want to forget immediately.  Yesterday was the latter, as far as bike racing goes.  I had a great set up to the race: A good night sleep (rare for me), a relaxing morning (another rarity with the house, yard, kids) and I arrived early enough to be calm getting dressed and geared up.  As soon as I pedaled my bike warming up I knew it could be a tough one.  I have had sore legs a few times before a race (not tired, but actually a tinge of pain like weight lifting soreness) and it has never gone well.  Never.  But I tried to ignore the legs and hope they would come around.  They didn’t.  The start was fast and I think the field dropped about 1/2 the riders in the first 3 miles.  I survived up the killer climb fine, but just couldn’t push the pedals hard on the top when needed.  I just couldn’t go over a tempo pace.  Aerobically I was fine, but my legs just wouldn’t respond.  So I went into internal suffer mode and just tried to make the best of it.  I ended up finishing a distant 28th place in the race with most of the field dropping out totally.  Tough day on the bike.  But just like a corner in football, you have to have a one play/one race memory.  The next one is around the corner and it is a new ballgame.