After having to make numerous unplanned stops on the way to St. Louis to alleviate stomach issues, I should have just turned around and went home. Figuring I would feel better once the race started we pushed on. Legs were good and for the first 5 minutes or so, the stomach was holding together. Schottler and I rode away from the pack but then I was begging him to go by as I knew I was having issues and didnt want him to ride my pace and get caught. He finally went by and ended up winning. I got passed by the group eventually and just decided I should keep riding and get my workout in. Long hot day. Eating crap all day on Fridays doesnt lend well to racing on Saturdays.