The morning after

Just to prove that nothing lasts, my resolve yesterday seems to be evaporating rather quickly. Whilst I am still going to ride, it will be a roll on the rollers on the track bike, as my legs feel like jelly from yesterday. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Perhaps I was a little ambitious to be planning a hard interval session after failing to finish a crit.

Raspberry

Having had a couple of admittedly glorious months of doing baby and work to the exception of most riding, here I am weighing 87.5kg, with absolutely no top end, and not much bottom end either. I have moved onto yet another seat and have been eschewing my power meter for all riding until today.

I ventured down to Port Melbourne today "just to have a look" and was unfortunately tempted to have a go. Nothing drastic happened, in fact not much happened at all. Stuck in there at the back of the field for the first few minutes, I was rapidly using up my energy with the concertina-ing of the field. Haven't I said before, stay at the front! I should listen to myself. Out the back by ten minutes gone. D-oh!

Power meter told the story- OK peak powers coming out of the corners at 950watts, compared with about 1000watts last year, the normalised power at 311, reflecting the stopping and starting. I can't do that at the moment.

Time to get back to it. Need to do some time on the ergo and get some top end.