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…