Sunday, 10 October 2010


I don't know what I expected to achieve today, I couldn't in good faith presume I'd be as fast as I was at the end of last summer. One thing that should be non-negotiable is attitude, you know, a willingness to suffer until blood comes out of my nose.

Today, I failed at that. Sure I've never had blood come out of my nose from an effort, but that was a hyperbole to help explain the concept, this here is a frank assessment (sorry Frank) of my failure to dig into that world of pain.

My flying 200 was 1-2 tenths off what I can do, which isn't too bad, it was my performances in the races that kills me.

Not once did I feel like life was a horrible place.... and then push harder. Not once did I choke back a spew.... and then attack again. Not once did I feel like I couldn't pedal any more.... and then pedal more anyway.

I had opportunities against both Stew Lucy and Dino, situations where that competitive spirit should have kicked in and made pain irrelevant.

I think the best thing I can do in the next little while is to relearn how to hurt. That said, I'm pretty sure what Jeff has planned for me will tick that box. I'm going to suffer like a bastard.

PMPW: 94kg

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