Well, that was the hardest race I have done so far.
150km, 3:59, 38km/h. Ouch.
Again my bunch positioning in Elite races let me down. As a result I wasn't near enought the front to make the inevitable splits. I really need to start getting this right...
The wind, combined with the flat open nature of the course made for a stupidly hard race. There were a couple of sections across a reservoir where the wind whipped across so strong we were all just battling to hold the wheel leaning into the wind at about 45 degrees! It was exactly like the Tour of Qatar, if somebody let a wheel go, that was it, the gap was impossible to close. Inevitably there were crashes, thankfully I avoided them though. Just like Qatar, those echelons really are as scary as they look.
Ended up finishing six minutes down on the winner, in the main group. I was distanced from this at times, so a couple of laps I had to claw my way back on. But I made it, I'm down on the results as joint 34th, 45 finishers from a full field of 80 starters, it was carnage.
You'd think with such strong winds, the tailwind sections would be good recovery... oh no, every time we turned out of the headwind, into the tail wind the speed rocketed up to 40mph+. I was firmly in the 53x12 just keeping up.
Chatted with the McNamara's after, I pleaded with them to tell me that the Rás Mumhan at Easter would be easier, but they didn't exactly comfort me. Oh boy, this is a tough old game!
But... bring on the Wally Gimber...