I had a big Tuesday, yesterday.
First I hit the Boot Camp guys at the park and ran through the motions again - I'm getting stronger at that stuff, a little weak on the push-ups still. My biceps have always been a bit stunted.
After 'Camp' I rode to work, putting in some speed work- racing sporadically between telephone poles. I've discovered a new, perfect route to work. Very little traffic, nice road, straight 18 mile trip.
After work yesterday I went to the Tuesday Race rides and had a good showing. I attacked the pack twice and broke away solo. The first one was good because two guys came along and we worked together, dropping the group and finishing the 'race' strong. Then we re-grouped and started out again. I saw an opportunity to break again climbing a hill so I went for it, head down, legs like pistons, burning. After a few minutes I glanced back....and I was solo. No one came along to help. The term commitment comes into play at that time. If you break from the pack solo you can either give-up, look silly and gear-down until everyone catches you, or gear-up and see how long you can push it. I gave it my all, but was ultimately caught by two guys that bridged up to me. I was able to hang and finish top three anyway.
My legs are sore today: 43 fast Tuesday miles.
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