Sometimes fate can be a bitch. I was devastated when I realised I was out of the race. 65km into the bike, sitting in 2nd/3rd place and traveling at 55kmh I hit something significant in the middle of our race lane (apparently a pipe piece? had fallen off a truck). With the initial adrenalin I was desperate to make up my loses, but quickly discovered my bike was out of action. Eventually the mechanic came before the pick up van, so I figured I may as well log a solid training day and finish the race amongst an awesome atmosphere. Some decent bruising and road rash, and a damaged ego. Not my plan of attack to start the season after my racing drought, but “someday everything will make perfect sense, so for now laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason.” Lots to come in 2019!
A Standard Saturday captured on film
I have a recovery week this week which coincidentally coincides with taper week of the pinochle event of the calendar, Kona aka Ironman World Champs. All the social media hype that comes with it has been a bit of a sly reminder of
“The last month of “winter”. The Sunshine Coast version, with basically 0mm rain, lows of 6, highs of 28 (except for 70.3 Sunshine Coast race day). Also when snakes come out of hibernation, shed their skins, realise they’re hungry and prepare for sun basking time.”
The gantt chart, building a foundation, leg speed, example training sessions, taper week, and the little things… our training hours in the week are precious, and we want to make sure we are getting the utmost out of every single one of them…