Charge Pond non-race non-report

It was a training race, if I do a full writeup solobreak will come kick me in the shin. So: below freezing but sunny, relatively small turnout, I took a flyer on the last lap from waaaay too far out and ran out of gas before the last corner.
He might just kick me in the shin for that, come to think of it.

It all adds up to one

Saturday forecast:

Sunny. Cold with highs in the mid 30s. North winds 10 to 15 mph…becoming northeast 5 to 10 mph in the afternoon.

This is spring in New England, and the roads are mostly no longer under water, so it’s time to go bike racing. So far I have a short road campaign planned: the infamous Battenkill, Turtle Pond and our Blue Hills Classic, and then see what I feel like doing in between baseball and soccer games. I think I have some fitness this year, and I’m going to find out if I can use it to good effect. It all starts tomorrow with a trip down to Charge Pond for a little training race. I’ve been there before, and these are as low-key as races get, but I’m feeling that pre-race thrill.
The bike is set, and now I have to find a way to sleep. Dang.