In my last post (Race Day), I was in the midst of pre-race excitement and the unknown of never having competed in a cycling event. I am now in the haze of reflection on a weekend of bicycle racing.
I now know that my day-dream of standing on a podium really was a silly fantasy.
I also know the dreaded realization of being crushed by “real” cyclists.
I knew I was in trouble as I watched the other riders warm-up. I was impressed by the degree of aero-equipment that whizzed past me; TT bikes, aero-helmets, aero-wheels, and skin-suits of every variety and shape. The vast majority of my competitors wore the gear of a cycling team and looked very…
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