Wednesday, 6 February 2013


The plan was identical to last week, and for the most part it went as I'd hoped. Sit in to conserve energy, then ride hard at the end.

I found it tough a few times, tough to resist the urge to hit the bunch hard, to burn off the excess energy I don't normally have the luxury of. A few times I cracked, a few times I went surging up the side of the bunch, but I never rode till I chode (I know that doesnt make sense, but I really wanted it to rhyme).

In the end I took the BP sprint by a couple of wheel lengths, coming off the wheels of a few others who'd hit out too early. It's a nice boon to the confidence, but I'm taking it with a pinch of the salt crusted on my helmet straps. There wasn't anyone who normally contests the sprints present.

When I got home and shoved the data on Strava I laughed. I gave the legs a little kick as we rolled under the railway line before Mordi. Bones' GPS was picking up my power meter and it seemed funny to set a new power PB for him. Well, that little effort for giggles was higher power than the 190bpm+ sprint at BP. 1,702W vs 1,499W.

Strava data.

D: 44.9km
A: 189m

The self control I was able to muster in the morning to hold back my legs was not present on the way home. I found myself hammering along the river, treating rowing coaches like rabbits stunned in the headlights (no I didn't shoot them!)

D: 17.5km
A: 113m

PMPW: 92kg

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