Winter has arrived here in the great Northwest, and with the rains comes cyclocross mud. I can't imagine what casual visitors to Sammamish State Park yesterday thought of a bunch of nuts riding through a mile long mud bog, but for those of us that were shoe deep, it was just another day of cyclocross.
The Sammamish course was flat and fast with plenty of opportunities to pass slower riders. In other words, it was a no excuses kind of race: if you had the lungs and the legs you could definitely finish well. As for myself I finished up 10th, not bad but I'd like to be up a little higher. The truth is that I was beaten fair and square by nine other riders who are just stronger than I am - at the moment. Time to work a little harder.