October 30th, 2005
44sixteen
I went for a ride yesterday. First time in almost two weeks. I blame the man flu. Anyway, I couldn’t believe how dead I felt. Last year 44:16 seemed a completely reasonable gear for a road singlespeed. Something like 75 inches development. I even rode it in the Three Peaks ‘cross race.
Not yesterday. I was really suffering. It didn’t help that some roadie on his Cannondale caught and passed me. I drafted for as long as I could. Then the road turned up and he started dropping down the gears. Well, you can only spin 44:16 so slowly before your knees burst. So I rode him and gave him the draft. Until it got too steep and I had to stand. Soon after he came spinning past me. As he reached the crest I could see him looking back and standing up to work through the gears and drop me.
Bastard.
It got better when I reached half way and turned round. That’s when I realised it wasn’t just me being a fat unfit bastard. Well, I was, but that wasn’t all of it. With the wind behind me I flew home.
It’s been wet and windy again today.
Time to put something on the turbo trainer, not that I’ve got the all clear to push myself that hard yet.
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November 11th, 2005 at 1:22 pm
He may have been faster, but I bet you felt a greater sense of achievement.
November 11th, 2005 at 1:26 pm
Hah! Achievement. I was just trying to show off :-)