Demoralising
Dec.03, 2006, filed under Miscellany
Painfully aware that I have four weeks before this bloody triathlon, I just took Fingal out. A nice, short ride was my plan, down to Burntisland via Kinghorn Loch and then back up the coast through Kinghorn itself. Not far, just a nice short circuit to get some miles in my legs. Especially with the weather.
Aye. Right. For the first time in years I had to give up. So the first mile was into the teeth of what felt like a force 8, right along the Esplanade, and then there were another 2 miles into the same teeth of the same wind. Only uphill. By this point I had stomach cramps and was feeling nauseous as well as somewhat angry, it was getting dark and the rain was cold.
I decided that I’d rather have something left for training the rest of the week rather than risking really knackering myself doing the full (exceedingly paltry) 11 miles. My body wasn’t happy with the idea before I left and it certainly wasn’t happy with the idea by the time I’d got as far as the top of the climb after the Kinghorn junction out the westend of Kirkcaldy.
That’s… appalling. I’m telling myself that anyone can have a bad day and the weather out there is atrocious. I’ve had about 6 weeks off the bike with various problems and I managed about 25 miles okay last weekend, although not with my usual splendidness.
Don’t tell me it’s going to be the bike leg that lets me down. Three months ago I was doing consistent evens over a route that wasn’t exactly flat. Dammit.
Should’ve taken the fixie.
