On the roads of the training race, pain is not a stranger.
It comes often and to some more often than others.
And so it was on Tuesday night, a virtual symphony of pain,
led by the maestro himself Chris Alexander.
Last night's training race was fierce with what seemed like a surplus of evil cross and head winds. Chris, my "brother by another mother", is getting ready for a stage race in French Guyana and he demo'ed some of his fitness. It was fun going that fast but brutal, i feel sorry for those other teams. I heard in the last stretch before everyone chilled out we were doing 34ish. I believe it, i was pegged in the 50x11 which i hardly ever use.
I stopped with Norm, Tom and Steve to catch some water at the church and nobody else did. It's pretty bad when you elect a team time trial effort over riding in the pack, but it was easier and good practice.
Good luck to the Herrings heading down south.
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Considering how flat river road is, and that you guys were cruising along at 34, that is freakish.
Impressive.
It was definitely beyond ludicrous and into plaid.
I can't wait to be back at the training race. Man, I miss those buggy, dehydrated August sweatfests on River Road!
I ask myself this question sometimes too. It is the only crank i have now, and I've also gotten used to it. I run an 11-23 and don't ever get out the big ring. I think next season i'll switch back to a 53/39 on the compact spider.
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