Local.

The week leading up to the local Rhett's Run was action packed. Last Sunday, my legs got cooked and ProPam further destroyed me on a ride on Monday. Tuesday after my commute I could only ride the couch. Wednesday saw BH motivated and putting me in the hurt box only to be followed by the Rev killing me on Thursday. Friday was a commute followed by the couch workout. Saturday I was cramping after 1 minute of effort on a steamy hour ride. I headed into Sunday's race with no expectations other than showing off my new rack, retro hot rod and cooler.This is the one race I feel comfortable taking the hole shot because Cosmo is practically my backyard, and the lines are natural. Luckily I was in front because there was carnage in the first corner. It was a hot and steamy race, and swamp crotch was in effect. I was hammering a bottle each lap. It was great to see long lost locals and friends and to make new ones. The after-race beer was great and not hurrying home on the Interstate was welcome.