cycle race (XPC Leg 1) 1:05:30 [3] 31.0 km (2:07 / km)
shoes: Avanti Blade
Woke up this morning, checked the little dots on that other XP-something race and saw wherre tRicky was and felt inspired. No more moping about what I can't do - time to get back on the horse. Need to rediscover the can-do attitude of the WA 9hr Rogaining Championships from earlier in the year. The race was on... me vs Team Mawson.
Some might say that I haven't had the ideal preparation for this challenge, that I'm unfit, can't ride a bike (and stay upright), and that Mawson had a clear advantage as they surged for the finish, but I figured natural talent and awesomeness would be enough to get me through (sound familiar?).
Unfortunately, some of my gear had ended up in the wrong boxes from previous poorly organised transitions, so I wasted quite a bit of time before I got on the red beast and prepared for the epic challenge of the Xtra Painful Commute.
Despite my tardy start, I was still feeling confident, but I wasn't even out of my street before I realised how tough things were going to be. I was facing a stonking NM'ly breeze. (For the uninitiated, this is a Not-Mucherly - the gale-forced wind that constantly blows in the face of unfit cyclists no matter which way they turn, yet dies to nothing as soon as one stops at traffic lights or stop signs). A quick glace up at all the trees hanging limply confirmed that this was indeed a NMly of incredible strength, and it was going to have to be a sufferfest all the way in.
As I struggled manfully along, I was faced with a feeling that tRicky must experience constantly, as there was a steady stream of commuting competitors flying past in the OPPOSITE DIRECTION! THey were all going significantly faster than me - further proof of the NMly working against me.
Thinking of the Seagate sofites doing 200-odd km on a single speed MTB didn't help much with the hardship of the thumb-strain, as I was forced to change gears as soon as I hit any of the epic climbs that are the Freeway north bikepath, but I kept reminiding myself that I was in the zone, thinking positively and nothing could stop me.
Actually got into it a little bit as I went. Tried not to go too hard, as I need to save something for the return bout with the NMly this afternoon (no stopping and resting for me. How soft is Mawson). Finished strongly despite the odds, and had a leisurely shower and coffee, confident in my victory.
Absolutely shattered when I turned on my laptop for a race update to see little dot 66 sittung smugly in Burnie. Tracking history confirmed they had been there for quite some time. Depressing. Now time to re-evaluate - or possible just quit and take up knitting ;)