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fastturtle
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Yesterday was warm for the season, a mild +6°C, with a moderate but
definite west wind. So I took my brand new randonneur bike and headed
west, against the wind, for a day out on the road. It was a nice, slightly
melancholic kind of day, with high clouds and an occasional dim ray of
sun, with water flowing noisily in the creeks and confused birds
mistakenly celebrating spring.
After some 90 km of slow but steady spinning against varying winds and
climbs, I turned back east and naturally accelerated a bit. After a while,
suddenly there comes another cyclist from behind, and passes me fast, a
bit too fast for my ego. I try to catch up, painfully, discover that
yes I still do have some good strength in my legs, that I can spin the
same cadence with a higher gear, and after a few km I am in his wheel, and
we talk a bit. The guy seems very fit, but when I describe my ride he
tells me "whaouw, I never ride that long except on races". His ride today
is some 35 km total. We split after some more km. I am still 30 km from
home.
Halfway through this final stretch, I catch sight of two more guys ahead
of me. But there is no way I can follow them. At the end of the day, I
have 172 km in the legs, 6:45 hours on this (too) new Brooks saddle. And I
feel too tired. The kind of tiredness with which I don't eat well and
don't sleep well. And this was _not_ my first ride since months. I have
done another century last week-end (slower but which left me less tired,
by the way), and another in late november. And I have my short ride to
work every day. And I don't think I am overdoing it. And I have done
faster _and_ longer rides. Why then am I so slow and so tired ? Is it
because of winter ? This is depressing.
definite west wind. So I took my brand new randonneur bike and headed
west, against the wind, for a day out on the road. It was a nice, slightly
melancholic kind of day, with high clouds and an occasional dim ray of
sun, with water flowing noisily in the creeks and confused birds
mistakenly celebrating spring.
After some 90 km of slow but steady spinning against varying winds and
climbs, I turned back east and naturally accelerated a bit. After a while,
suddenly there comes another cyclist from behind, and passes me fast, a
bit too fast for my ego. I try to catch up, painfully, discover that
yes I still do have some good strength in my legs, that I can spin the
same cadence with a higher gear, and after a few km I am in his wheel, and
we talk a bit. The guy seems very fit, but when I describe my ride he
tells me "whaouw, I never ride that long except on races". His ride today
is some 35 km total. We split after some more km. I am still 30 km from
home.
Halfway through this final stretch, I catch sight of two more guys ahead
of me. But there is no way I can follow them. At the end of the day, I
have 172 km in the legs, 6:45 hours on this (too) new Brooks saddle. And I
feel too tired. The kind of tiredness with which I don't eat well and
don't sleep well. And this was _not_ my first ride since months. I have
done another century last week-end (slower but which left me less tired,
by the way), and another in late november. And I have my short ride to
work every day. And I don't think I am overdoing it. And I have done
faster _and_ longer rides. Why then am I so slow and so tired ? Is it
because of winter ? This is depressing.