Sunday, 30 November 2014

30/11/2014

St Kilda East - SKCC E grade Marshalling - St Kilda East - SKCC A grade - St Kilda East:
An easier day yesterday, big wheels, a skin suit, extra coffee, a caffeinated gel and white socks. That's the check list of additional things I had or did today. I figured if I was going to have a trial run, I wanted to tick all the boxes. They worked well too. I felt great all day (maybe a touch skittish after the gel), and finished with a throw for 5th.

I found myself moving around the bunch far easier, and able to head off the front to either create, or join small breaks. At around 35 minutes in, I was pretty convinced the race was going to come down to a sprint, so I started to sit in more. Floating through the bunch I found James Dunn too, and declared I was very, very, very eager to have a crack at the sprint myself, and he graciously offered a hand. In hindsight my caffeine enhanced enthusiasm was amusing, others no doubt over heard my loud proclamations... but I didn't care. They were welcome to try and take me on.

In the last 10 or so minutes, I found Dunny, I lost him, I found him again, I directed him, I lost him again, I found him again. Add in a crash behind us somewhere that caused a yellow flag, and it's suffice to say that it was somewhat of an emotional roller coaster. Round corner two and James pulled out and hit it up the right, just as O2 went up the left. We drag raced round the sweeper, O2 just head with a few on their wheels. As we came to corner 4, we weren't quite level pegging, then a moment of indecision led to a slight brake drag, and finally I was into the start/finish straight, James holding towards the middle of the road, and a half dozen guys with a small gap ahead. I put myself into my pedals, I drew up past dunny and did the calculations on if I could chop over him to access a cleaner line up the left. I was gaining on the back of the front group, but running out of road to overhaul them and get myself into a place. I threw for the line, maybe edging out whichever O2 rider had the final lead out duty, maybe not. It was a throw for 5th. It was a throw for pride, and I can tell you that I'm chock full of that pride right now.

I'm not proud of a 5th per se. It's hard to put into words what exactly I'm proud of... maybe the right word is confidence, satisfaction, or maybe even hope. Lets for the second go with happy. I'm happy that I am in good enough form to compete in a sprint, and it eases some of the tension I talked about yesterday.

Strava link.

D: 110.3km
A: 147m

PMPW: 85kg

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