Tuesday, 5 March 2013

5/03/2013

6:00 NRR:
I figured I might as well get up and do North Road this morning, as the past few weeks when I've tried to sleep in, the bin men wake me anyway.

I was there just for the company and the coffee afterwards, I'd even considered the possibility I might get spat out the back. I didn't like that possibility, but given how I felt on Saturday, I had to accept it might come to fruition. At one point, I figured the only question was if I'd go down fighting or not.

I rolled to the front a few times, right to the front too, no shirking into a half gap around 8th wheel, and honestly... it felt ok, but I figured "bugger taking chances" and tried my best to keep my nose well clear of the wind.

So coming through the golden mile, my legs having ticked over a nice cadence all morning, I felt ok, much better than the chaff that surrounded me, so I moved towards the front, found a rider hung out on the outside and sat calmly on his wheel. As we rounded onto Ormond Esplanade two full trains had formed, and I was camped comfortably in the outside one. Riders hit the wind and unloaded their legs then peeled off in a rhythm that reassured me, everything, just. felt. right.

And so it was, I was dropped of around 60km/h sometime after the canal, I'd dropped the wheel a fraction moments before the final bloke blew so I had room to run into the draught before his blown legs sent him backwards. I got out of the saddle and hammered the pedals before planting my arse and driving to the line.

It took a while after my wheel crossed the line for my heart to get a signal to my brain. My brain had been pre-occupied with the elation of a "win" to pay attention to the palpitations occurring beneath my ribs, the screen poised in front of my bars read 224bpm. That effort was tad harder than I thought I'd go today.

Commute:
Putting three flat whites into my face before the clock chimed 8:30am seemed like a good idea at the time. At 11am, when I giggled for 5 minutes at an AMEX statement, it occurred to me that it I might possibly have been too much. Maybe.


PMPW: 95kg

No comments: