Within the first 10 minutes today, I knew I was done and dusted. The weather was great. The team was all here. It was the last day of Training Camp. And I had no legs. Zero. Nothing. The order for the day was nearly as much climbing as yesterday but in a shorter ride. There was no way I was going to make it.
Sure enough, within the first 10 minutes of the climb I was off the back; legs searing and I was fighting. Fighting for the rest of the day – well past what I thought was my breaking point. I wasn’t even close to keeping up with the group.
Crow wasn’t with me today much either. I heard it. But my companion wasn’t around, pressing me on. Today was a journey for me alone and I’m grateful for that. It’s humbling to watch as the group drifts away while you’re doing everything you can to stick with them. But in the end, I’m ok having done everything I could. I’ll rest well knowing I had nothing left in the tank.
Top of Stunt. This time with a bit more visibility.
Here’s a link to my Strava data. Please be kind:
http://www.strava.com/activities/117587784
A Soupçon of Trust 