It’s time to report on the outcomes of all those races I told you about in my last post.
Let’s start at the start. April 21 and 22 was a tour with 3 races over 2 days.
Race 1 saw me 31st out of 39 in the prologue… 2.4km (1.5mi). There was a hill – ‘nuf said.
Race 2 was a criterium (circuit) of 30 minutes plus 2 laps. I never saw the 2 laps. I lasted about 15 minutes before my heart rate monitor told me to go home.
Race 3 was 20 laps of the original prologue circuit. I lasted less than half distance before my legs and lungs simultaneously ceased to function.
April 25 was a public holiday (ANZAC day) in Australia and any truly dedicated bike rider would jump at the opportunity to have a mid week race just like the pros. We were back at the same circuit as the weekend racing, this time I was up for 40 minutes plus 2 laps. I lasted 30 minutes before the younger, skinnier folks rode away from me. But I consider lasting 15 minutes longer on the same course against mostly the same guys as a success. Just not the kind of success that yields prize money.
Today… April 29 we were back on the hotdog course used by my club and where I won 2 weeks ago in a club race. Today was different though. Today there were a couple of dozen riders from other clubs competing. It was also dry so there was no-one taking it easy into or out of the corners. It was go go go right from the word go. So to speak. But as my first open race without a hill, I was under pressure to make it to the finish line. And that I did. I didn’t win. But from a starting field of nearly 30 I finished 7th. Prize money was paid to 5th, so that sucked. But I still consider it a win. I finished with the front group.
Now I’m excited because I’ve looked at the race calendar and over the next 12 weeks there’s 4 club races and 6 open races and 7 or 8 of them are reasonably flat. That combined with my ongoing weight loss and I’m in with a show.
Not that any of this really matters in the greater scheme of things because all of this (southern) winter training and racing is just preparation for the track season that kicks off in late October. That’s where my thundering great thighs and sublime bike handling skills come to the fore.