Tuesday, 28 August 2012


6am NRR:
This week is to be like last week, but just a bit more. Solid work Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, before a rest on Friday and finally a return to the box on the weekend. So rolling south with hammies still toight like a toiger, I felt a little bit of trepidation about what I'd be able to achieve today.

I had to pull a turn or two on the way down the highway to ensure I stayed ahead of any potential splits. You know what? They weren't too bad. Out of the turn at Mordi I turned my brain off and slotted myself into the working group, "just work to Mentone, then enjoy the ride" was the plan. I nailed the first part, but there were too few guys being left to do all the work out front, so past Black Rock I was in the rotation again.

Credit has to go to Skinny for coming out of the working group, backing the entire bunch off their wheels, staring at the next dude in line (behind him) in the eyes, and when there was no sign he was going to come forward and help out, kicking to cover his own gap. It was 2001 TDF, L'Alpe D'Huez'esque, you know the one, the one where Lance looks back into Her Jan's eyes, see's the suffering, relishes it for a moment and then attacks. I giggled at the audacity of it as I rode across to play.

The sprint was struuuuung ouuuuuut, more of a series of ITT efforts off the front, with the game being to see who could hold onto the gaps they created the longest. Andy Naylor rolling past me at the Elwood canal spelled the death of my legs and what turned out to be a solid morning session. It didn't take much convincing to double up on coffees at the cafe.

Strava link.

D: 44.5km
A: 209m


D: 18.4km

PMPW: 92kg

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