| Comments: | Well… hills are what I need to work on. Great group today! And the pace was quite social throughout. At the top of McDonald's hill I gave it a little gas to see how my legs were feeling after the two indoor TTS last night and the answer was not so hot. :) I was able to cruise along on the flats okay but putting out that extra bit of power was not happening. Strangely enough, on our way along May Valley I led up a shallow hill and Dustin said something like, "Blah, blah, blah Martin is riding by himself, blah, blah, blah" and then there was a gap behind me. Oh well. Coming back up Newport I was feeling super and then we turned left on 164th and I died. ASIDE – it seems these days that everyone's 'winter' bike is getting more and more like their 'summer' bike meaning it's f'n light and wicked fast. I'm still mired in the eastern block training camp and haul a 32 lb machine around in the off-season and I can usually keep up but not all the time. Like this time. Half way up I was still in contact but hating it and then I let one person slip past me, another, and then I was off the back. By the top I was at least 100' behind but everyone waited thank goodness. From there we rode home together and I am glad that no one suggested a lap around Mercer as I was pretty done. Riding across the floating bridge Dustin put in an effort and I tried to go with. I could not do it. I made it to within 10' and then exploded. Rats. On the upside, every time I slowed down I was realizing that I was not totally shattered and was still able to ride my own pace so that is good. I might not be able to go fast but at least I can still go medium after trying to go fast; that's something. Climbing up from the lake towards the Arboretum it was just Jeff D, Justin A and me. At the bottom of the switchbacks you ride around an off-camber left hand turn at the bottom of a slight descent and as we got to the apex I felt my tires start to give way. It was the smoothest, most predictable fall but there was nothing I could do about it. On my way down I took out Jeff (sorry!) but luckily Justin was ahead of me and made it through. We picked ourselves up and luckily everyone was pretty much okay. A few small scrapes, my bar tape was trashed and Jeff broke his saddle. Rats. Riding home was probably the best thing for me as I did not get stiff. It has been a looooong time since I have gone down for any reason. |
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