You guys who raced Opus tonight got off easy. At most, you had 45 minutes of pain.
Big Jim took 20 of us out for a good ol' fashion 3 hour leg rippin' lactic acid fest. It ended with a 30mph rampage back into Waite Park that dropped everyone but Charlie Schad and me (and I would have been the next one to fall if they hadn't sat up).
We previewed the "Sprinters' Classic" course for Saturday's race. After tonight's ride, that race is going to be a picnic.
OK, maybe not.