Wednesday, 7 March 2012

7/03/2012

6am NRR:
I didn't feel the like I had legs or motivation today. The easy pace down was lovely. Chatting to Andy about how heavy the winter training wheels we've made are.

Rounding Mordi I set myself 1 task, that of hauling the bunch up Rickets and keeping the pace on even if I was passed. That went by the wayside when I was drawn to the front a km or two early, so settled the effort to get to the bottom, then the joy of trying to hang on.

Coming around the turn into Ormond Esplanade I thought I was well positioned to come through and lead Lee out for the last km of the sprint. Turns out he was on the front and attacking from 2km out. Someone a few in front dropped the wheel and by the time I reacted Lee, Skinny and Golly were clear and steaming away. I launched after their wheel, it was too far out so if I could get across and work with them after a moments rest the win would be a 1 in 4 shot and I was confident only Lee could out kick me.

500m later, just as I reached the wheel of Golly, the last in the queue, Lee pulls off and Skinny hits the after burners. Again I'm faced with a gap to close, but this time at least I have some speed built up already. So after Luke I go, no clue if anyone is on my wheel, but surely someone will be benefiting from the mass of air I'm shoving out the way.

The effort hurts. It hurts like fuck. Just as I click that fatal last gear up and face oblivion. You know the gear... the one that does your legs no favours, but you go to anyway because the choice is oblivion or oblivion. Anyway just as I click that gear and realise I'm an idiot, and that I've probably blown my chance of overhauling the little shit in pink kit... he slows. Not a lot, but he starts coming back just that fraction more. My legs scream at me that oblivion is a horrible place (worse even than Eltham), but the primal part of my brain senses the rabbit is tiring so decides to accept the pain.

When I finally roll over Skinny, and allow my senses to expand beyond the the small stretch of tarmac in front of me, I sense someone is on my wheel and I flick my elbow and pull the chute.

194bpm flashes at me from my handle bars and stays there while every rider rolls past me like I'd selected reverse.

D: 45.1km
A: 140m

Commute:



D: 17.1km
A: 55m

PMPW: 95kg

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