Feb 042013

You know…  The feeling you get after you’ve dragged yourself round some “easy” winter ride.  I-can-just-about-manage-this-but-there’s-no-way-I’m-going-to-be-able-to-ride-further-than-this.

The feeling is the same whether the “easy” ride has been 100km, 200km, or whatever.

I had that in spades (doubled and redoubled) on yesterday’s 200 perm.  The weather was reasonably benign for February:  cold and windy, but dry; occasional patches of soft ice for the first couple of hours.  The route, the Willy Warmer, should have been easy.  But it was a bit of a struggle.  And snails were outpacing me uphill, without even breaking sweat.  And I was overtaken by runners doing hill repeats on my way home tonight.

I’m consoling myself with the thought that I always feel this way at this point in the season.  And that winter miles count double.  And that I’ll be flying round events come March.

Tell me it’s true…


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