Well, a good night for the Addiscombe indeed
The evening started off as usual with me getting to Palace in the van at about 6.15 - plenty of time to sign on and have a warm up on the 'Addiscombe oval'. But bloody hell, it was freezing out and I was shivering queuing up for my numbers. Straight back to the van to stay warm
. Arm warmers, short sleeve jersey, long sleeve jersey and a rain jacket did the trick. Crikey, it feels like Feb.
Big ACC contingent in the starting line up. This was Mike's first race at Palace. There was Brian and Phil (both back after their first efforts last week
), Hal, Kieran, Richard, Toks, Andrew an myself in the 3/4's. Tamar loved it so much last week she was back for more in the womens race
. Stu and Adam in the E12's. Hope I haven't forgotten anyone- sorry if I have.
17 laps with the group was what I was aiming for, but after saturday's insane efforts on the club run, I wasn't very hopeful. Just give a go though eh.
Started in the second row this week which looked to be a perfect place to be, but I missed my pedal first time and I got shuffled back, damn
. As I looked up the front after a lap or so, I saw Mike at the head of the group towing everyone along. Easy Mike I thought, there's a long way to go
. He didn't need any advice though, being a really strong rider, he did what felt right. I think he was still at the front when another guy made a break up the hill. Mike went with him and the two were away. As this happened, Hal (who had been around the same position as me up till this point- 20 ish) went up the outside to make some ground. I went with him, but 5m behind. As he got to the front of the group, he just went on by and chased the 2 guys up ahead. Oh dear what do I do? I felt strong enough at that point to go with Hal, but I know I wouldn't have lasted - I was in two minds and before I knew it the chance had gone
, Hal was nearly up with Mike.
Ok, next best thing then, make sure we have an Addiscombe win. Two in a three man break, there's a good chance, if they can stay away
. So I sat at the front of the group, eased off the gas and watched as our guys got further and further away. I wasn't holding everyone else up, well, not much anyway
It's not my job to chase down an Addiscombe breakaway is it
Then the E12's went past us, and some Dulwich boys did a few laps at the front. Toks and I got to the front a couple of laps later and we did a good job of not doing any chasing again
.
!5 laps gone and I was nearing the area where the previous two weeks my legs had gone. This time they didn't feel as bad, and the thought of finishing actually seemed possible. Kieran then got to the front and really wound the pace up. I could now feel the lactic build up, but just a couple of laps to go, surely i can hang on
Hang on was just that. Penultimate lap and the speed increased. I'm now about 15th but I'm a good 25m from the front. Ok just see if I can hold my position, that would great.
But then that competitive, adrenalin fueled streak went 'ping' inside me, and I'm now in last lap, sprinters, all out mode
. Don't ask me how it works, I don't know. I'm literally chewing bar tape one second and then chomping at the bit the next, knowing I only have to ride another few seconds. At the bottom of the hill the pace is hot, I can't keep this up, I'm dying. No, just a bit more c'mon. Half way up and I'm motoring now up the outside. I've just taken half a dozen places, but loads still in front. I pick off another, then another, then another, then Kieran and now I'm alonside Toks, who by the look on his face was balls out and motoring too. Round the top bend and I'm closing the small gap to the front group of 6 or 7. I'm now beyond where I've ever been before, physically. My whole body is screaming "THERE'S NO MORE"
, but I keep going, and just before the finish line I caught the group, picking off 2 or 3 of them. I was 3rd or 4th in the sprint - 6th or 7th in the race - definately not 8th, but it doesn't really matter, I was thrilled with the effort I was able to put in
Once finished I felt really rough and just about made it off the bike. My breathing was as deep as I ever remember it and my legs were hurting badly. I sat down and stretched but the urge to lay down was so strong, so I did. After a minute or so, I sat up, but my vision was all blurry and I couldn't see properly
. Sh1t, what's happened to me? As it happened, a few seconds later I was ok. I think I'd ridden so hard I had oxygen depletion
. Anyway, all's well that ends well
Brilliant rides by Mike and Hal - top drawer
. Also Adam in the E12's, great result. Well done Toks and everyone else who took part in another memorable Palace tuesday
Steve