Final Du of the (British) season. The last of the National Ranking counting events.
Ashbourne, "the home of the biker" or at least that's how I like to think of it.
12Km run around the resevoir - If only it was flat. I lost count of the times I said to myself "this is the last climb". The HR alarm was sounding most of the way round. The strategy today? Run far too bloody hard and see what happens. Old school stylee. "Old school, better than no school."
38Km bike around the rolling hills of Derbyshire. Spot the flat bit? Ride hard, use every gear and don't get cramp. That's the plan, nothing you can do about cramp. The god of cramp wasn't smiling on me. The Watts were looking good and I knew taht this was an oportunity to steal some National Ranking points on the other guys.
4Km run along the damn. If you can get your run shoes on without your calves cramping, you'll be just fine. Relatively speaking.
The race went well. I had a bit of a ding-dong with a team mate. His diminutive size worked well for him when climbing up Middletop Top on his bike but he ain't the best at going downhill so I stole the lead again and held him off for the rest of the race. Neither of us at our best but I beleive we brought out the best in each other on the day.
On the start line someone proclaimed that "This is why we do it". On reflection he's right.
When you race you feel
When you feel you are alive
Maybe it's the burn or the pain you feel
but you feel all the same and you know you are alive
Ashbourne Results
Ashbourne, "the home of the biker" or at least that's how I like to think of it.
12Km run around the resevoir - If only it was flat. I lost count of the times I said to myself "this is the last climb". The HR alarm was sounding most of the way round. The strategy today? Run far too bloody hard and see what happens. Old school stylee. "Old school, better than no school."
38Km bike around the rolling hills of Derbyshire. Spot the flat bit? Ride hard, use every gear and don't get cramp. That's the plan, nothing you can do about cramp. The god of cramp wasn't smiling on me. The Watts were looking good and I knew taht this was an oportunity to steal some National Ranking points on the other guys.
4Km run along the damn. If you can get your run shoes on without your calves cramping, you'll be just fine. Relatively speaking.
The race went well. I had a bit of a ding-dong with a team mate. His diminutive size worked well for him when climbing up Middletop Top on his bike but he ain't the best at going downhill so I stole the lead again and held him off for the rest of the race. Neither of us at our best but I beleive we brought out the best in each other on the day.
On the start line someone proclaimed that "This is why we do it". On reflection he's right.
When you race you feel
When you feel you are alive
Maybe it's the burn or the pain you feel
but you feel all the same and you know you are alive
Ashbourne Results
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