Wednesday, 3 December 2014

3/12/2014

NRR:
I didn't really feel the love this morning. It was a little like Tuesday of last week, the HR stayed low, and I power never came freely.

Still, after Mordi, I started to roll turns with the dozen or so others coming through, and was thankful that I made the bunch this morning.

Strava link.

D: 47.0km
A: 181m

Commute:


D: 5.6km
A: 48m

HCC Crit:
I was confident about this crit, the legs and heart have been working well together recently, and I figured I could influence the race, throwing out a few attacks or chasing some others down. That is, I was confident before I arrived at rego to find the Drapac truck parked, and 8 of their boys kitted up and getting numbers.

I'm ok with admitting I was bloody intimidated, but when one of their red clad arses hit it off the start line, I chased him down while towing the entire bunch. Breaks that go on the first lap offend me, it feels rude, and I will not let it stand.

Now that I've sounded like I had some control over the race, let me categorically state that that was the one and only time it happened. From then on out, I was firmly at the mercy of others. All bar 2 laps took over 1,300W to get out of the bottom corner and onto the wheel in front. Anytime a break was chased down, another pinged off the front, normally driven by a Drapac rider. Even when the race winning break was out of sight, the pace never really let up. I spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about the bottom corner. The best line, the highest speed I could carry into it, and when I could get on the gas again. Get it wrong and I'd have to punch 1,500W out.

When I eventually got up the courage to take a turn on the front, it was for a turn along the bottom of the course. I settled myself at 450W, knowing it was solid, then as I approached the corner, I realised that it would be "easiest" to stay on the front up the hill too. I "only" managed 1,006W, but by getting to the top of the hill I had a few moments of recovery before I had to kick onto the back of the bunch down the hill.

A few laps later, I rolled to a stop at the top, spent. It was 4 laps to go, and while I'd say now I could have maaaybe finished, at the time I was mentally done. Constantly forcing my body to unload that much power took it's toll.

Strava link.

D: 50.8km
A: 509m
PMPW: 85kg

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