The Wednesday lunch ride crew was a mixed bag, causing a major split halfway into our ride. I saw the separation as I was at the back of the lagging group. I pulled hard, trying to bridge to the lead pack, but they were going a bit too fast. I never stopped chasing as I was joined by another. We worked together but couldn’t bridge the gap. We sat up and waited for the chase group to catch up. I began to feel better after warming up a bit, and started pulling the group really hard, catching stragglers from the lead, one by one.
Someone decided to turn up the heat on our Monday lunch ride. I just wanted to mellow spin, but I found myself battling it out with a solid crew. Halfway in I dialed it back down. I guess the gorgeous weather had something to do with it.
Today was the closest I’ve gotten to winning the coveted Friday Worlds Lunch-Ride Championships jersey. I learned another lesson about going either not catching the breakaway wheel early enough or being the first to chase a wheel. Regardless I came real close and had a great time trying. The ride started with a few sprinkles, and eventually turned into a downpour. One by one our group got smaller and smaller. I was feeling really good, and kept driving the pace, taking turns at the front, patiently waiting for that moment. I usually don’t make it this far with the main group, so the timing at the finish is always a bit foreign to me.
This week, and the days leading up to any race I’ve been making an effort to conserve my energy. Today’s ride turned from a tempo spin to a brief one. A coworker showed me a little section of dirt to bypass the main stretch of Monterey. So far my legs feel like they’re on track for another kick-ass race on Sunday.
A storm is brewing, and our rather small group of brave souls head out into a seemingly clear path of sun. Within a few miles the clouds take a 90º turn and starts to dump rain, wind and hail all over us. The temperature steadied around 55º while my fingers started to go numb. The rain didn’t let up so I sped up a bit more just to keep warm. The ride made for a short story of brief bragging rights.
Our Thursday tempo ride actually went at a tempo pace for once. I wanted to surge ahead in spots, but I wanted to try out not going so hard days before a race. All systems check and I’m ready for Saturday.
I went out for a ride with a determined look. It was pouring cats and dogs, but I just rolled out like it was nothing. It was cold for sure, especially since I didn’t bring a jacket. I quickly spun up to get my blood flowing, but within a mile I was pretty soaked. It was fun to battle the elements on my own. Extra Kudos given for venturing out.
After a big weekend of racing and winning the Big Sandy expert class my pups (legs) need a little cool down, active recovery. I’m gonna play it cool all week in preparation for another race on Saturday, CCCX #4 at Toro Park.
Sorry if you live in a climate that’s barely seen signs of spring, but over here in Morgan Hill it’s like summer already. The sun has consistently been shining every day at lunch time, temperatures averaging 74º and over. Our group was brimming with joy over the weather as we set out on our usual non-tempo Thursday ride around Uvas. Today was no exception as the pace was fast from start to end.