This may be the post that killed the blog. I wrote it then realized it’s drowning in self pity and whining about how slow I feel. Sorry about that… and please skip to the next post where I tell you about my great finish and that this shit was all in my head (hopefully).
At this point in the season (just 6 races over the course of 3 weekends left) there’s little room for short-term adjustments in training. It seems that there may be a some training regiment that I’m missing, because it seems everyone has gotten a lot faster (and I applaud you all for it), but I'm staying about the same.
My 3 weeks off for the wedding and honeymoon have left me with rather weak legs and little to any lung strength. Lesson learned: Don’t stop riding for that long mid season. 5 or 6 days, maybe ok. 3 weeks? Hells no.
As a cyclist that wants to race a lot for the next 20+ years, so it was a very important lesson to learn, though.
Still, I haven't ever really ridden that hard in cold air. It's certainly not something that I'd claim I'm good at. It’s certainly something that I acclimate to (perhaps slower than I’d like), but right now I'm cursing Florida for its lack of seasons.
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