Sunday, 14 December 2014

14/12/2014

St Kilda East - SKCC Marshalling - Shimano SuperCrit - St Kilda East:
I rolled in early to St Kilda to keep my routine intact, and to ensure my little E graders were kept company. That (E grade) went well, I let the pace creep up from what it has been in the past, and in the last lap or two it blew apart when a couple of dudes attacked.

With those dozen or two kms done, I threw on a marshall's vest and went out with D grade. The speed was similar, and because I wasn't rolling turns it was easier at times. As the only Marshall I was honestly getting a little bored, so played the game of "how long can I coast round the back for, and still roll onto the bunch in the start/finish straight?"

I spent the next few hours alternating between chatting with folks, and sitting quietly, with 45 minutes until the race, I grabbed my first coffee, then just before we headed out to the course, I grabbed a double. Once I pulled up my skin suit, I was mentally fairly calm. I'd ticked off the things that would help me race, and now it was just time to race.

Now, the super crit itself. I feel that while I could easily sum it up in a few short sentences, that I owe it more than that.

So, let's start with the good stuff. I finished the race (in the bunch), and achieved my best ever threshold power to weight (4.8W/Kg for an hour). During the race I helped shelter and move up both Dom and DK when they came backwards through the bunch from what I assume were attacks/efforts.

That seems like a short list, and I suppose that's one of the reasons why I'm feeling somewhat nonplussed. My influence on the race feels super minimal, and at the end, I didn't have any legs left despite doing my best to conserve energy. I spent most of the race as good as last wheel, and struggled to get further up the bunch. Normally last wheel is fine, but there was some heavy braking into the final turn most laps, which meant there was a long acceleration out of it, which made it hard to accelerate faster than the bunch and thus move up. I'm positive the dudes at the front weren't slowing to 40-45km/h like I was, so I was wasting energy lap after lap, but most frustratingly... I couldn't do anything about it. At times it felt like I was racing a fast D grade, which is not at all what I expected. In my mind I expected to be racing pros, but in reality they were 60 odd wheels up the road, and I never really experienced what it was like to race next to them.

I'd like to do this race again, but if I do, I need to come in with better fitness so that I can actually be involved. Sitting in the tail of the bunch for 80 odd minutes isn't why I get out of bed in the morning, and it's certainly not something I'd list as a season goal.

Strava link.

D: 129.1km
A: 136m

PMPW: 85kg

1 comment:

Dan Wilkins said...

great work racing yesterday Neil... remember they do it full time! :)