Here lies a broken man (again). Yours truly has been beaten and
broken by an endurance event which snuck up and shoved a fist full of
humble pie in my face.
Cast your mind back a few months, when I outlined my plan to complete three epic endurance rides over this summer. The first (110km Amy’s Gran Fondo) was pretty
cruisey. Unfortunately the same can’t be said for the second –
the (in)famous Fitz Classic. Perhaps it was the 30 degree heat, perhaps
the flu a week beforehand, perhaps under-preparedness or just
under-hydration on the day. Either way, after cycling 156km (inc. 3km+
vertical climb), Fitz’s ate me up, spat me out and
left me lying on the roadside in the foetal position crippled with cramps. Every attempt to cajole my
previously infallible legs back into action was met with the same swift
painful response. I had nothing left to do but abort...with just 9km till the finish line...Gutted.
The cramps were so painful it took several minutes just to bend my legs to get into the support vehicle. To call it brutal is an understatement. Suffice to say, the
third & final endurance ride– the 235km 3-Peaks challenge
in March has taken
on a new aura of EPIC-ness and has me shaking in my lycra.
In other news, The first triathlon of the season is on this
weekend so I’m in recovery mode hoping
the cramps subside and there's enough juice left in the tank to carry me home. It’s in Jervis bay which is a stunning
location so I’ll be happy just to plod along and enjoy the view.
Bodhi is three weeks into the new nippers season, Sculpture by the sea is
on, the weather is starting to sizzle and the cricket is back on the
telly. Bring on the summer!!!
See ya,
Minas.
