Today I feel like this
And also like this
And
(for crashing)
and this is what my head feels like
from the beer. And from the crashing.
I started off at the back of the neutralized zone (AGAIN mupppet) but this time it was only about 200m long.
Pace picked up almost immediately, but not too quick and my legs felt strong going up the rollers. The old heart rate was bouncing up to 177 with no problem at all - which was great. From the start the race was controlled by Chalie Blackman of London Dynamo, who had 2 other team mates to keep her company. Everytime she hit a hill she stepped up the pace, but I went for it, not red lining it too much but thankful for the rests on the descents. We must have shelled quite a few riders in the first couple of laps but I wasn't looking behind me! I was generally sitting in about 4-7 from the front.
The pace slowed down for a lap, and Maria was with us at this point. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, and I was going to have a bit of a chat and see how she was doing. The look on her face put me right off. That was some scary looking concentration Maria, there was no way I was gonna interrupt whatever place you were in.
Oh well, no chatting then.
Charlie suggested that we might want to work together in order to keep the other group away so we got some through and off going. Couple of times I hung off the back to get a breather but on one occassion was told to work in no uncertain terms. So I stayed right where I was sucking someones back wheel
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I think we lost Maria on lap three, then we shelled a few more out the back and were reduced to 8. With two laps to go the attacking up the hills started again, but I think the lead was tiring as the attacks petered off before the brow of the hills. Then the attacking stopped and we just pottered round for a while, HR down to 130's thank Christ for that.
Then on the final lap we were down to 7 women, the pace picked up, I racked my brains to remember where the line was. I was happy, I knew I was in for some points, as long as I didn't puncture or crash or do anything stupid
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I thought there might be some lead out for the sprint but there wasn't. I clocked the sprinters legs and backside of No 2 and thought she could maybe sprint (she won!) but couldn't get on to her wheel. Put my head down and went for it big time as the line approached, all I could remember was seeing spectators on the rhs of the road and thinking I am aiming straight for them.
Knew I'd got 4th over the line, then suddenly off the bike sliding along on the side of my helmet then spinning to a stop on the tarmac on my back looking up at the sky and then in a split second into Keith's concerned face. More bloody whiplash I thought. I wiggled everything, it was all ok and the ambulance guy checked me over and gave me the thumbs up.
Charlie Blackman had also come off and was gunning for whoever she thought had taken her out. But the word on the street was that a spectator had encroached onto the road, shifted everything right, and Charlie and I both ended up on the tarmac.
So...I have a trashed helmet. My Addiscombe cycle jersey has no collar. There are burns on Keiths best thermal top. And I have a few friction burns on my shoulder back and hip bone. My head is bruised and my neck is sore.
My bike needs new shifters and possibly new handlebar tape, the front mech is out of line, but most worryingly of all there is a big chip off the rear left stay
It is my nice new carbon bike. How do I get it checked out to know if the frame is ok?
Still, went out last night for a few pints of lager and a fantastic curry which was entirely necessary.