This week has seen the last of the Club Time Trial Series.
What on Earth am I going to do with my Thursday evenings now?
Well, according to one of my mates (who only discovered my blog the other day – yes I am talking about you!), I should go train seeing as I have some big swims coming up and a half iron triathlon!
I only started part way through last year and rather enjoyed time trailing more than I thought I would so I rather looked forward to this year and it still holds the same appeal – although this year I’ve gone in with a mission of going for the Championships. I think I’ve got it simply through default to be honest.
It is actually a bit sad that the series I’ve done has seen so few women race and few from my own club in it too. It is a rather sick kind of fun – the whole time you race you think ‘why am I doing this?’ but there is something rather satisfying post race about pushing so hard and trying to ride a bike fast. It is a strange way to spend an evening though. That much is true! From those in speed suits, disc wheels, aero shoe covers, pointy (ok ok aero!) helmets through to those like me who rock up with bright pink socks, her favourite road bike, cake and pie, meeting up in a roadside lay-by, setting off at minute intervals. Despite all this though – every single person there that I’ve spoke too or passed has been so welcoming and supportive – no judging, all there with the same intention – to ride bikes as fast as they can.
Finally raced my TT bike in an actual TT race and ended up with a personal best on that particular course by 2 minutes!
I have a confession though. I’m being sucked into marginal gains.
I have a horrible feeling I may end up with a disc wheel and a speed suit.
Cycling is a ridiculous hobby/sport.
(Apparently I’ll be racing CX this year….)
The Jilted Triathlete 