Thursday, 29 November 2012


6am NRR:
I wouldn't class this weeks lead into ToB as ideal, today being a good example of doing too much too close, but hanging out with mates sometimes take precedence. I was cajoled into rocking up today, to take a sit and then pour fresh coffee down my gullet post ride.

I rolled up on big wheels, my bike already prepared for the weekend's racing, the legs felt ok, not great, but good enough. I sat in, like the good little rest week rider I am, occasionally hitting the wind on the outside of the bunch as I made up cheap positions and kept myself clear of any haggard riders.

A group got clear as we flicked through Brighton as the bunch got muddled with other road users and many gawked at some cops breaking up an early morning party. Round into Ormond Esplanade H looked back, saw me and patted his arse to indicate I should stick like glue to his back wheel. He whipped up the outside of the strung out bunch, hauling us to the lights half way along. I pulled around as I felt him starting to flag, hitting the wind and opening up the legs, trying to increase the pace through to and over the bump before Glen Huntly, pulling off as the numbers scraped in to the 60's. I sat up, the strung out bunch whipping by, only to see the lights go red and spoil the party. I took a few deep breaths and got myself back around everyone to the front... one final effort, see if I could drop everyone off the line. I couldn't, and it was a little silly to do it to my legs, but the whole thing was fun, so I don't regret anything.

Strava link.

D: 43.6km


D: 17.9km
A: 154m

PMPW: 91kg

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