I refer to myself as a competitive bike rider – nothing like a pro, but certainly competent.
What I discovered this week is that to qualify as a bike rider you need to ride your bike. Regularly. Sure, in the eyes of a non-cyclist I’ve ridden a lot. But 400km in 8 weeks is lame. Especially when that figure includes the Sunday club races and the Wednesday night velodrome sessions.
This weekend I got my wake up call when I raced the first open criterium of the road season and had a worse result than last year. Then today at the club race I barely made half distance. On top of that I’ve gained 7kg in the same timeframe.
University started late February and the state track titles were early March. The momentum really fell away from riding with that double whammy. So there’s the excuse wagon rolled out and dusted off for another lap around the block.
I’m pedalling so rough it’s uncomfortable to attempt anything over 55kph. So to kick start my wake up call I’ve removed the 42×17 from my fixie and setting myself up on a 39×18. I’ll either smooth out my pedal stroke or dislocate a hip trying.
Here’s to a new years resolution in late April.