So, I cycled there anyway thinking come on Mel, man up! I had fluorescent rain jacket, doubling up as a go faster hump in my back pocket if I didn’t need to wear it! As it turned out – monsoon style weather was before and directly after, but it stayed dry during the actual time trial.
I always feel a bit freaked by time trials. All these folk
standing around nearby are all CYCLISTS. All the do is ride their bike.
Meanwhile me, I have to fit in cycling swimming AND running. Please don’t leave
me behind will you guys!? I was given number 8, and asked number 9 politely not
to whizz by me too early on!
The course is pretty flat, after a hill up to the first you
turn to return back down the A45. I was focussed on keeping the effort level
up, and it was here on this stretch that no9 got past me. I tried to stay with
him but couldn’t so I gave up focussing on his wheel and went back to focussing
on my legs. I realised I was gradually catching him back, but he managed to
find a second wind and as we exited the slip road to do the dog leg before the
return, he pulled away a lead. As I returned back down towards the A45, here is
where I cocked up. I approached the roundabout, and saw a car coming. I wasn’t sure
of the road layout so slowed down. No 11, behind me knew exactly the road
layout and stormed past me up the inside, later accusing me of dilly dallying.
Yup. Point taken! No 10 managed to catch me as I approached the final stretch
off the A45 to the finish line, but apart from my senior moment at the
roundabout, I did what I could do. The dilly dallying might have cost me
though, I was 20 seconds off a course PB. Dammit!
Note to self:
Time trial means KILL IT - and leave it ALL out there!
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