Squeeze

Sometimes the tetris like precision of my life takes its toll. Last night I went to the track for a bit of a training session with the Quickcycle group. Home from work at 5, pick up from childcare, duck home and put on some dinner for the boy, entertain him while trying to calm him down prior to his bedtime, wait for J to get home from work to take over the reins, rushout the door arriving just prior to the start of the warmup, still need to switch my cog and get changed. Finally on the track about half way through the warmup, feeling thoroughly out of sync.

The disjointedness continued through the evening. During team TT intervals with 2 other groups on the track, I did my honest best to get in the way of a passing group, narrowly avoiding much ugliness. The next interval I managed to hold it together until just prior to the end, when I lost my line in the corner and swung up again. Nothing like letting down "the team" to make you feel like a fool! Things became marginally better through the warm down scratch race (warmdown?) where despite giving up a couple of times, I seemed to keep catching the leaders, and ended up coming in 4th. Strange.