Big chain ring, small chain ring? Low cadence, high cadence? We all make choices. Do we make it easier (somewhat) on ourselves or just push through the pain to get it done? Whatever it is. Training. Work. Life. I go back and forth. Today's ride had me feeling great and taking great pulls at the front. Legs were spinning, pushing a big gear, but the whole time, I knew we had to go back whence we came. 40 out, means 40 in. Really no way around it. The harder I push, meant the less I could suffer on the way back. And, we were mashing through killer intervals on the way back.
Legs were spinning, pushing a big gear. I felt good. Keep it up. Nice pull.
The turnaround comes. The intervals begin in 10 minutes. One minute standing, one minute seated, no problem. Two minutes standing, two minutes seated. This is starting to hurt. Three minutes standing, three minutes seated. OUCH! Two minutes standing, two minutes seated. Are you kidding me? One minute standing, one minute seated. That's more like it. Rest and Repeat.
Could I have executed better if I hadn't burned my matches on the way out? Maybe. The conundrum. I could had saved myself a little more, but maybe I wouldn't have experienced the same sensations? Wind in my face, sun shining, images of Southern France or Northern Italy in my head. The last 50km before you begin the ascent to Mont Ventoux from the Malaucene side absolutely takes your breath away. My legs were sensational. I felt great. This is what it means to be alive. To feel your body perform the way it was meant to be. So, no I won't hold back the next time either. Perhaps I could have completed each intervals. Perhaps, not. I'll never know. But, I do know, that on the way out, I sliced through the wind like a knife and my legs pumped liked the well-oiled pistons they are.
I wouldn't change a thing.
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