Thursday, 4 August 2016

4/08/2016

NRR:
A week since I pushed a pedal hard, a week since my last trip down the highway and back up the beach. I knew it would hurt, because that was the point of turning up. After a minute or two of sitting in and chatting, I went up the outside to say hello to all the workers and get some turns done.

There was barely a breath of wind, so things went pretty smoothly. It was like a baker swapping between work and eating an orange. Roll, peel off, roll, peel off, roll, peel off. It wasn't that perfect human powered machine you sometimes get in a handicap, the flow of people occasionally broke down, but... almost without fail, Dan Pickering would roll through to chop out anyone stranded on the front.

I was too far back for the sprint after losing my position at a red light, so I decided to go for a flyer, hit it hard, get a gap, and then hold off everyone. I hit it, but at least one dude got my wheel, and thus a free sit to the brown sign. Some panic breathing, and a change of gloves later, it was on to a quiet roll along the bay, then a hot shower at work.

I thought about going sans coffee for the day, but by 9:04am I was already ordering a 3/4 flat white.

Strava link.

D: 54.4km
A: 176m

Commute:

D: 7.9km
A: 13m

PMPW: 90kg

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