Off to France for 180km in windy, freezing and wet conditions. Unfortunately for me the 180km never were a problem though as I had frozen legs standing at the start line in the single digit temperatures. The race started at full tilt and after being caught behind a pileup on a climb and then getting caught mid pack in the gutter I was left in a hopeless situation and watched the leaders speed off down the road.
As soon as they were gone my legs seemed to warm up (amazing in those temperatures) and I started feeling rather strong.
No can do though and any efforts were to no avail. After three and a half of the ten laps my entire group pulled over and we watched the rest of the race from the sidelines. What a waste!