Thursday, 12 July 2012


6am NRR:
With less mucous coating my lungs this morning, it feels like the end is in sight for this ailment, to ensure that's the case I once again sat in the bunch, rolling the kms with as little effort as possible.

Coming around Beaumaris I felt a little too far back. I'd let in a few riders, then they'd let in a few riders and then more riders had ridden straight up the outside. I wiggled myself a clear path to the outside as we approached the bottom of Rickets Point, then stood up to get some leverage on the pedals. My bike shot forward at what felt like light speed or perhaps ridiculous speed, probably not ludicrous speed though... DEFINITELY not plaid speed. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, my bike was shooting forward like an awesome 80s cult movie reference, the bunch disappearing in my non existent rear view mirror, I felt like a god on two wheels... right up until the point where I stopped feeling like that, which seemed to coincide with not quite the top.

Disabused for my godhood I resigned myself to doing penance back in the bunch, biding my time to a cafe with a heater and strong coffee.

Strava link.

D: 45.1km
A: 162m

PMPW: 92kg

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