Steve convinced me to do a bike TT yesterday. My goal originally was to do the 27K in 45′, but then it turned out that Steve did it in 40′ last year, because evidently it is windy and slow, so my new goal was to do it in under 50′. Steve started 11:30 after me — people start every 30″ — so my real goal was to make it to the finish line before him.
Short summary: I killed it for 30′. Then, I didn’t kill it for 15′, which I only realized after I picked it back up for the last three minutes and thought ‘hmm, I should have done that the whole time.’
Long summary: I killed it for 30′. I even made it down the ramp without any incidents. This is significantly harder than it sounds. See, this could have happened:
And, evidently, expectations were so low, since I was freaking out beforehand and tipping over, that even the referee cheered for me when I didn’t fall off the ramp. Off to a great start!
I then sang Rihanna over and over and over in my head. Just this:
Cheers to the freakin’ weekend
I’ll drink to that, yeah, yeah
Oh, let the Jameson sink in
I’ll drink that, yeah, yeah
Don’t let the bastards get you down
Right a wrong with another round (or something something)
Everybody in the bar lift your glasses up
And I’ll drink to that, yeah, yeah
Over. And over. And over.
It’s a good rhythm to ride to and it’s sufficiently angry to get you moving. Try it. I pushed it hard and passed a girl every five minutes or so. There’s not much to judge by in a time trial, if you don’t have a computer, other than how many people you pass and how many pass you. I passed six or seven.
The only problem was the Women’s Pro/1/2 field started after me. (Since I’ve only ever garnered maybe one cycling upgrade point, if I do a race then I’m in the lowest category, 4s.) Then, after the Women’s Pro/1/2, the Men’s Pro/1/2 started, with Steve towards the end of that field. I was just waiting to get passed by all them. Around 30′ in, as we headed straight back into a headwind, the first pro woman went by me. Then, another. Then, one of the three women in my field who started behind me passed me. That can’t be good. I had been feeling like I was moving fast, but when they went by me I realized I was not.
Pushing into the wind was demoralizing and slow. It was a strength game and I have no strength. Aerobically, I felt ok, but I couldn’t push a big gear. I was going nowhere. I had no idea how much was left and watched the entire women’s pro field go by me.
Then, around 41′ in, the first pro man passed me too. And another and another. I kept looking for the finish up ahead, but saw nothing except a line of fast-looking people who had just passed me. I figured Steve had to be right behind me. And, then, I passed a tiny sign that said “1K To Go.” Maybe I can make it before he does!
I started pushing hard again and realized that I must not have been pushing hard before that, because it started hurting again. The last 1K took forever in the wind. I crossed the line and turned around and there was Steve right behind me. 48:40 (or so) and barely made it before him, even with my 11:30′ lead.
Since it’s a bike race, I have no idea how I actually placed. Results aren’t posted online yet. I figure I ended up somewhere between 2nd and 5th in the lowest category — and somewhere way further down overall. But, I didn’t stay to get my free beer if I did podium. Unfortunately.