After a couple of days off the bike because of a wedding (and a subsequent hangover) went for a bimble today. Luckily I was in a coffee shop when the massive downpour landed but after it passed I decided to take myself to the Belladrome to grind out some steady miles to make a dent in my challenge deficit (I'm 96km behind schedule as I type this).
Within a couple of minutes of me arriving at the track, some youngins started to show up. Turns out that there's a Monday night coaching session and I couldn't have felt more out of place, an obese man approaching his fifth decade. It wasn't helped by their dreadful lane discipline - got overtaken up the inside by the youngins several times and they were all over the track - nor was it helped by the return of the hyper fit folk on TT bikes that I mentioned in a previous installment. As a result, I never came close to hitting a rhythm at all and gave up after a few laps and went to find some entertainment elsewhere. Took a turn up the punchy Queen's Park climb (https://www.strava.com/segments/2029835) where a woman walking her dog gave me a few kind words of encouragement to which I could only gasp "it's steeper than it looks!".
Honestly not feeling it at all, lots of niggling pains from old injuries, think a cold is coming on, and my rear hub started making terminal-sounding grindies - presumably from the downpour.
All in, 23 miles at 13.3mph, with 766 feet of climbing. Where did you go, mojo??
Within a couple of minutes of me arriving at the track, some youngins started to show up. Turns out that there's a Monday night coaching session and I couldn't have felt more out of place, an obese man approaching his fifth decade. It wasn't helped by their dreadful lane discipline - got overtaken up the inside by the youngins several times and they were all over the track - nor was it helped by the return of the hyper fit folk on TT bikes that I mentioned in a previous installment. As a result, I never came close to hitting a rhythm at all and gave up after a few laps and went to find some entertainment elsewhere. Took a turn up the punchy Queen's Park climb (https://www.strava.com/segments/2029835) where a woman walking her dog gave me a few kind words of encouragement to which I could only gasp "it's steeper than it looks!".
Honestly not feeling it at all, lots of niggling pains from old injuries, think a cold is coming on, and my rear hub started making terminal-sounding grindies - presumably from the downpour.
All in, 23 miles at 13.3mph, with 766 feet of climbing. Where did you go, mojo??