Yeah, punking out of a sprint was weak, but it turned out I was on the verge of a cold. Got home and went to bed; slept until 10:30. Ten days of coughing, nose-blowing, and stuffed head ensued. Between the cold and start of the rainy season, I've been off the bike for two weeks, providing a convenient answer to the question of what to do when the double century season ends: take two weeks off with illness. Now that I've had a rest, I'll get on the old-fashined LSD training plan for a couple of months.