Vertigo

• Methinks this was enough cross racing until Montrose. By the time Rory thankfully passed me, the sky was spinning and I couldn't really make out the course any longer. Thankfully, his orange jersey guided me home and I neither fell into the lake nor crashed into a tree.

  Next time, a lower dose of dimenhydrinate prior to an already vertigo-inducing cyclocross race is in order!