
This weekend Jason, Jillian, Jess and Tom came down to Sydney. Jas sent me a text on friday saying he was on his way and would have the bike. It was so great to see them all and even better to get out for a ride with him considering he was a big factor in my rebirth of bicycle love.
We had dinner on Saturday night both families along with John, another rider that Jas did do a lot of riding with. Both John and Jas were in B-Grade at Penrith and they convinced me over dinner it was time to HTFU. By the time our stomachs were full it was a foregone conclusion… I was stepping up to B-Grade … for good.
I met up with Jas at John’s house as we had decided to ride the the regatta centre to warm up before the race. Without issues we made our way down even though it was really quite bitterly cold. With a good legs and continued commitment to B-Grade I did just that, signed on for my first B-Grade race. I rolled out and sat at the back of the bunch for a little bit. I had rolled up to the line a little late because I forgot to take off my saddle bag.
After about 2 laps I did make my way out front for a smaller turn, then rolled back to the rear again. There was a rider in front of me who had been chatting for a while to another rider then all of a sudden he kinda sat up and took off. It was the first ever true attack I had seen and by the time we had navigated our way through the bends him and 2 others were off the front by quiet a bit. I can’t remember if it was that lap or the next that I saw the guys up front, including John, Jas wasn’t racing, start to look at each other to see if anyone was going to try and cross the gap.
So me being me, I thought I would give it a go … well HTFU was the theme of the day. It was over the bridge when I sprung and I really thought a few others would come with me but that wasn’t the case. I rounded the top two bends and then the front straight solo for a bit then I realised another rider had come with me. He motioned to “jump on” as he passed me and I was able to do so for about 2 turns before I had completely blown up. I was so so so close to the break away but just didn’t get there.
I sat up and waited for the bunch to swallow me back up again. As we rounded the bridge end the bunch pace increased on the bends and sure enough, I hadn’t recovered anywhere near enough and I was slingshot off the back. Stuck in no mans land was a very disappointing moment. B-Grade had taken me on, shat on my face, and spat me back out with a slight smirk on it’s face. It was a true eye opener.
I ended up being caught by C-Grade and sat on the back of them for a little while. Etiquette dictated it not best for me to lead out on C so I just rolled. C’s then passed the D’s but like always completely slowed up after the pass only to have the D’s get up us with “Come on C’s … Pick it up a bit”. It was at this point I decided to throw in the towel. I didn’t want to roll around with a slower C and B’s were gone for good.
I pulled off the course and sat up very very VERY disappointed.
I realise now how much I have to learn about racing. It really is a very very tactical sport and you need to calculate your movements wisely and all the time you need to be very in tune with your fitness level on the day.
I will stay in B-Grade for good now. The challenge is set and I am ready for the next stage, well more am prepared to attack the next stage, obviously i’m not really ready quite yet.
Today gave me the power to make better decisions whilst racing. I’m off now to buy a turbo trainer. I need to up the anti-again. B-Grade was a very good move – I just needed that prod.