Published on Friday, 20 June 2014 14:03
Written by Mark Buckaway
It would seem lately, mostly over the last two weeks, the words "I think I can, I think I can" seem to be translating more into "Dammit, I can't". The letters DNF seems to be following me around as I blown up in a rash of races lately.
I have to keep reminding myself that the the point of racing up, doing racing harder than perhaps I should, was to work on putting myself in positions that would force to me to push myself beyond what I would have done in the past. It's be a hard go lately as the races get tougher because the guys have gotten fitter, and where I was holding it in the middle of the pack, I'm not struggling to hold onto the back of the pack.
The Buffalo Crit was case in point. For the first time in the two years going there, I blew up. I struggle as to why. The best I can say, is a rest week is required. But, the same problem happened in Ottawa last weekend: I'm not used to racing where there is sprint after sprint after sprint - basically, the way a crit is supposed to be raced. The guys last night were on the attack more so that normal. Pace was either 30km/h or 50km/h. I lasted 30mins. Two weeks ago, I raced there and finished a 75min race midpack without much issue. The guys last time were really more animated than usual looking to chase down any break that got away. Normally, they sit up and ride around. I take some solice in the fact that Dan, the guy I went with from Midweek, was struggling to hang on, and two weeks ago he finished 11th with out much issue. So, the race was much harder, faster last night.
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