Thursday, 19 January 2012

19/01/2011

6am NRR:
I set myself the "goal" of 2 strong / long turns and to play in the sprint. I did 3 and managed to take 2nd.

I just plain old felt good on the bike, so when 500ish meters to go a few dudes faffed about watching Ray Forbes sprint off I hit and went around the lot and held off everyone who tried to come around me.

D: 45.3km
A: 180m

Commute:

D: 17.3km
A: 45m

Intervals:
1 x 5min E1
2 x 6s HCLR
1 x 7s PG+12 from 0rpm (left leg)
1 x 7s PG+12 from 0rpm (right leg)
1 x 12s PG from 120rpm (seated)
1 x 14s PG from 110rpm (seated)
1 x 18s PG-4 from 100rpm (seated)
1 x 24s PG-4 from 100rpm (seated)
1 x 30s PG-6 from 80rpm (seated)

After the standing starts I felt that this was going to be a piss easy session.

After the next effort I figured I may have misjudged but would still get through to the end with ease.

The next two saw a steady decline in my confidence, a journey that left me feeling like I was doing something akin to Dante's descent into hell.

After the 2nd last effort I sat mute on the bike, legs quivering, mouth slack.

After the final effort I lay on the floor of the bathroom, naked and foetal for a good 15 minutes before I could even face standing up. Turns out I wasn't ready, another wave of nausea swept over me as I rose to jump in the shower.

I then texted Carl to tell him I no longer wanted to do the Kilo. All I wanted in life was for the horrible feeling to go away and the thought of going through it again was unfathomable.

Of course I will do the Kilo, but I'm not looking forward to the minutes after it's done.

PMPW: 95kg

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