I woke up this morning feeling a bit "off". I didn't feel ill; I just felt weak. I'm used to feeling tired, but can usually force the energy to surface with a combination of willfulness and equine doses of caffeine. This morning, there was no such mental and chemical fix available to me. As soon as I flung my leg of the bike for the ride to work, I knew I had nothing in the tank.
This presents a potential problem as I'm supposed to be racing this evening. I must be ill because normally on the day of a time trial, I feel increasingly excited as the hours tick by. Not so today. I feel quite sanguine about whole escapade. In many ways, I wouldn't be too upset if I couldn't secure a berth tonight. I will try however. It's the last evening of this summer series, so I should show my face. I might be saved from my fate by the fact that it's a "two-up" tonight (teams of two riders working together), and I don't have a partner. Single riders can ride, but precedence will be given to pairs. Let's hope there's surfeit of cycling twins at a loose end.
Pity poor Tom.
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