Thursday, 22 November 2012


6am NRR:
Last Thursday I felt like I didn't train very well, despite getting 1,100m vertical before work. I didn't want to repeat that, I wanted to hurt, to suffer, to spend time at or above threshold. I decided to opt for NRR, where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came. You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same.

I got my time in the box, turns down to Mordi, turns back to Mentone, pulling up Ricketts, overtaking the bunch up the Black Rock/Sandi hill, covering a break formed when Jez Hunt attacked. By this point I was close to breaking, I had to slide back to the end of the bunch, barely kicking in time to catch the last wheel.

I moved myself up through the golden mile, trying to find a good position and just ride smoothly, hoping my legs would recover enough to sprint. I'm not sure if it was that I was on the edge of the bunch (in the wind) for a lot of that set up, or if it was simply the smacking I'd (been) given all morning, but I had nadda for the final kick. As we rounded the small lump before Glen Huntly, Jez was on the front, Andy Naylor on his wheel, and I on Andy's. Andy pulled out leaving me a gap and when I pushed on the pedals, there was nothing extra. In fact, the tank felt empty. I took the sight of lights, cars and other riders as an opportunity to sit up, but I'll be honest, if I had the legs, I would have hit whatever gap was necessary.

I rolled to coffee pretty happy that I'd achieved the suffering I had failed to get last week. My choice felt as justified as my legs felt flayed. Thankfully tomorrow is a rest day.

Strava link.

D: 45.8km
A: 176m


D: 15.3km
A: 167m

PMPW: 91kg

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