Ha!!! the stuff was pouring off me, Sean!!
Where to start?
Well, They should have a sign up at the Palace before a race starts:
?You are entering a world of pain ?, to quote Walter from The Big Lebowski.
I would like to give a detailed ,coherent account of what happened in the 3 / 4 race, but each lap blended into the other in an indistinguishable haze of labored breathing and burning legs.
Actually, that's not quite true.
Some laps were relatively easy...all except the hill , which hurt nearly every time.
?Hill !!? I hear you say........?that's not a hill.......it's just a small incline!?
Well, yes and no. First time up it on the warm up lap...yes, it's a small incline.
But when you're racing up it with 44 year old legs trying to hang onto the wheel of some 25 year old London Dynamo rider with sculptured calves....it most definitely becomes a HILL.
But most laps hurt a lot and I was close to being dropped a few times. But somehow I fought and held on,
always being spurred on by the sizable and extremely vocal support of a contingent of Addiscombe supporters , (thanks guys
).
Each time I looked round and there were less and less riders in the main group. Life at the back of the bunch is hard since you end up sprinting a lot harder out of the corners. Toks told me this before we started along with a lot of other useful advise all of which I promptly forgot as soon as the race started.
The first few laps I labored at the back, watching how others took the corners, noting their lines etc. The pace was high but since my legs were fresh, I found I could close gaps that my inexperience would let open. I felt I was close to my limit several times and was expecting to be dropped. Then, around the middle of the race the pace eased a bit and life seemed a little easier in the group. Toks was often at or near the front, monitoring things looking supremely comfortable, chasing down the odd attack or two.
Towards the end of the race, the pace started hotting up as attacks went off the front. I decided I'd like to sample life further up in the pack and promptly found myself sitting on the very front of the group. I don't want to be THIS far up, I thought to myself. I soft pedaled a bit hoping someone would come and take the wind but instead a couple of riders put in a ferocious attack and went off the front.
I was in no shape to chase and looked round hoping others would lead the chase. It was a long time before anyone came round and when they did it was with the intention of joining the break, not towing everyone else up to it. I think this was the point when the main group dwindled to about 10 or so. I held on for grim death and sprinted for all I was worth to hang on the the coat tails of the select 10. I just made it by the skin of my teeth and made the junction at the top of the hill.
The last lap was a welcome relief . Knowing it would all be over soon was more than comforting.
I just remember the sprint (if you can call it that) ,starting at the bottom of the hill and people just getting shelled out as the pace went higher and higher. I hung onto Toks' wheel as best I could and I think that helped me gain a few places. At the top of the hill I had no energy to sprint. Just a self-preservation instinct to hold onto the position I already had. Toks crossed the line in a impressive 3rd place, after having done a lot of work on the front chasing people down.
All I can say is that I hope this gets easier, although I'm pretty sure it won't.
Thanks to the awesome support and for Toks for guiding me round.