Sunday, 10 November 2013

10/11/2013

SKCC Crits:
I got up when my body decided to wake up and put on kit with marginally more energy than yesterday. I didn't bother putting big wheels into my bike, it was probably going to rain and I was pretty sure I'd have zero legs. I was wrong on both counts.

I got to the crits in time to watch the last half of C-grade, and then B-grade racing. I had half a plan to marshal, but instead sat around drinking coffee chatting to mates. A strong flat white later, I hired myself a race number and pinned it to my hot pink Rush jersey. I wasn't convinced, but you'll never never know, if you never never go.

As B-grade sprinted for the line I got myself a short macchiato, slammed it down. The extra caffeine and getting on to the course changed my mental attitude. I was going to get aggressive early!

As I was winding up the mind and legs into the start of the first live lap, 3 or 4 others hit it up the right side of the road. They'd stolen my game! Never mind, I might not get credit for starting the shenanigans, but I could sure as hell play along. We got a small gap, then we baulked, then Wilko got to the front and ripped out a hard lap. The guy on his wheel wasn't looking too keen, so I prepared to repeat Wilko's effort, part of which was checking where the bunch was. The bunch was now right on our wheels. Shit.

The counter attack came pretty much instantly, and I was engulfed. I sat in for a bit, watching attack after attack go off the front only to be closed down.

That's pretty much how it went until the last few laps, when a sprint became assured. Unfortunately there was no 5 min + 3 laps sign, and I didn't see the 3 laps sign, so was caught out of place when guys started swarming to the front. I tried to move myself into a good position to freelance the sprint, but it got really messy and coming around the back straight on the final lap I decided to sit up. I was at best in 15th wheel, so well out of contention, and thus saw no point to risk injury for nothing.

This has left me with mixed emotions.

I'm pretty pleased I had legs given the no show of yesterday. I was able to move up and cover gaps reasonably easily all day, even on 32 spoke box section wheels.

I'm a little bit dark that I felt able to have an influence on the race, or even to contest it... and I achieved absolutely nothing, it wasn't even great from a training perspective. I basically donated $15.

Strava link.

D: 65.0km
A: 107m

PMPW: 94kg

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