BullGod said:so how did it go?
Well, I got blown away, but I enjoyed myself! :-)
I did two crits, one saturday, the other sunday. The circuit's got one proper hill and one short one followed by a drag into the wind up the finish straight every lap so it's hard, with not much in the way of recovery time.
Saturday was a bit mental. 98 starters, and I was virtually last off the line. It went off like a rocket from the start (first lap 37kmh from a standing start, then between 38-39), and being at the back meant it was doubly hard as I was trying to move up whilst also having to close other people's gaps. I knew I wouldn't be able to hang in there too long, but I kept it up for ten laps or so before three bikes went down, and in the aftermath someone a few bikes in front let a big gap open and that was it. I closed the gap but then had nothing left. Once I was dropped, the headwind up the hill and on the main straight were killers, so I just cruised round the rest of the race (it was only 50 minutes total, but it felt longer!).
Sunday I was back to the same place, but this time there were only 20 starters. Mindful of the day before, I was second into the first (very) tight turn and tried to stay as near as I could to the front. However there were a couple of second cats riding who wanted to stir things up, and so again the pace shot straight up to 38-39kph average. I was a lot better at getting back on the power out of the bends and keeping in tight formation, but it was still too fast for me to sustain, so I cheekily went through for an extended turn at the front and slowed the whole thing down and gave myself a breather for a lap,which helped! Then they sussed my plan, and it kicked off again. After about ten laps, I was getting closer to the back of the group, when my teammate disappeared from my wheel. We'd agreed that when (it was always going to when, not if!) we got dropped, we'd hook up and ride the rest together rather than plod on individually as we'd done the day before. So I sat up, let the bunch go and waited for him. Except he didn't turn up. Then I realised I'd heard a loud bang just before I noticed he was gone, and I thought he might have crashed - it was really slippery, with intermittent showers. Next lap I found him walking in and stopped to see if he was ok. Turned out he'd blown his rear tyre on some debris. He looked so disappointed that in the end I gave him my bike so he could finish – I'd had my fun sticking in the bunch as long as could, and if either of us was going to have a lonely ride to finish, I'd far rather it was him! At the point when I sat up to wait for him, I could probably have hung on for another couple of laps, but in the end the second cats blew the whole thing apart shortly after anyway, so it fragmented right down.
Anyway, I enjoyed it, and it's given me something to remember over the winter, as well as reinforcing that I really need to do a lot more speedwork, strength work and intervals/recovery training as well as just plodding out the miles. As someone said, it's not the average speed that kills you (although it'll have a go!) it's the constant cycles of acceleration and recovery. If you don't train with that in mind, you won't be able to race that way. Sorry for the long essay, but I'm still buzzing!