Wednesday, 14 March 2012


6am NRR:
The prospect of sitting at the back of the massive bunch and facing chases like last week, did not fill me with joy. So rolled up the side and invoked my old "if you're going to the front... go to the very front" rule.

I pulled the bunch up to speed out of Mordi, rolled one turn over a storming Dave Kelly, then sat there at the front wondering where the next rider was. A quick glance to the right showed he'd blown and pulled right. My legs started to scream the pace slowed, and inevitably when the next rider came, he came hard with a train of blokes. I didn't fight it, I was happy to slip into the bunch, and the shelter of a draft that offered respite, despite what my legs told me.

I took a dozen or so places up Rickets Point and a few more out of Black Rock. It hurt, but unlike last week I was ok with the hurt. I controlled the pain, rather than it controlling me.

I wanted to play in the sprint, but as it started to wind up my worry about being too far back became realised when every man and his dog started dropping wheels. I covered gap after gap through to Glen Huntly Rd, only to see the sprint head off up the road without me. Sprint or not, it was still a solid effort to finish off a ride that's left me happier and more confident.

D: 45.3km
A: 135m


D: 17.6km
A: 65m
PMPW: 96kg

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