again, the lesson: position, position, position.

got rattled by the tight start, stuck behind a girl with a mechanical (i
think), again at the back of the pack.  the field of 35 exploded and after     
a few laps alone, i got into the fourth group with 4 other girls.  first
group was a four-up breakaway with sara uhl, then a bunch of 1 and 2s and
3s, then a bunch of 3s.  my group eventually caught up to the third
group (erin farnsworth took a long pull and then i came around--yeah, i'm
a bitch).  almost immediately after we caught on, dick ring started saying
we were going to get pulled because the breakaway was about to catch
us.  we went for a few more laps, we got pulled, and i won the sprint.  so
i got 12th.  someone later gave me some grief (jokingly) for not pulling,
but i told her i wasn't in the pack until the end, and that for some
reason we never got a rotating paceline going...

again, the annoying thing is that i felt i could have been farther
up.  this time there were 3 girls up front i'd beaten before.  i felt like
i was going to puke, but i could have felt like that closer to the
front.  i felt great through all the corners, got a good hour-long
warm-up.  just need to improve my start.  it was my home course too. =(

the exciting part was that practically everyone i know was at the race,
cheering me on.  my friend eric johnson said, "no wonder you want to stay
in boston."