Tonight, the ride was a little rushed, in more ways than one. Having done the typical ride from work to Logan's house by racing all the road cyclists along the way (hehe, it's funny watching them fall away behind my enormous mountain bike), I was well warmed up. We headed off to the riverbank and made good steady time.
Then I remembered, it's 4 weeks till the Molesworth Muster. 4 Weeks! Yes, we have 4 weeks to train for the 80km race, and we have not as yet ridden up or down a hill, not have we done a ride over 50km. OK. Lets get serious here.
So we arrived at McLeans Island and clicked off a quick lap. As we had dawdled a bit, it would be tricky to get a second lap in and still have light to see by on the way home (yes, I should have brought my lights) so we started back down the stopbank. There was a moment of panic just as we started out. Someone strapped a rocket to the back of the bike! Logan was up and cranking, the bike was accelerating beyond measure, and I was trying desperately to maintain a straight line on the top of the stopbank. Yes, he decided to turn the power on! No, he didn't bother to tell me.
Well, after a short burst of that madness, we decided to try it again later on (when it wouldn't kill us) and just a few km later, had another go. Very cool, when you can see the road ahead, and we'll get the routine down pat, but makes the distance fly past as we hover around 40kph. With the right gear choices and a bit of tarseal and I recon we can easily click over 50kph for some time. Kinda looking forward to that!
So, tonight was short (41km all up) and tomorrow night we'll do it again, with more laps tho, and then Sunday, we try for a multi-lap session. How many 10km laps can we do before legs fail, lungs collapse, or trees finally grab us? We'll try for 6.
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