Its 5pm and I’ve just risen from a well needed arvo kip. Yes I know what you’re thinking, sounds tough! And well yeh it can’t be a bad lifestyle when you can curl up in your bed for 30min shut eye on the Tuesday arvo.
This morning Pete an I rolled out for 2 and half hours on our TT bikes for a bit of a change, but as usual spent the most of the ride talking about how we are going to make our millions without ever having to work a nine to five. Then it was home for some streching a little core work and magic bowl of hot soup and toast for lunch to warm up a little.
After waking up this morning and opening the shutters to see once again dark skies with rain on the horizon my motivation for another days wet training was starting to waver. Though today we got lucky, the rain had past before us so we were just left with wet roads to deal with today.
As you will have noticed I havn’t appeared on here very often lately, not that I havn’t thought about keeping you all updated, I’ve thought about it a lot to be honest. It just takes a certain frame of mind for me to get on here and write about how day to day life in the pro peloton has been treating me.
So yesterday I spent a few hours browsing a few other riders sites to gather some insperation myself. While I sat there reading I found myself intruiged reading other riders stories and more than inspired to write some of my own.
It has been 10days since my last race, Paris Roubaix, and when I returned home to Albi for a much needed couple days off the bike it was time to set a few new goals for the up coming months of racing. After spending two weeks in Belgium completing a full classics program with 3days of De Panne, Tour of Flanders, Ghent Whevelgem and Paris Roubaix I had some mixed emotions on my performances, form and goals for the future. I was dissapointed not to finish either of the big ones Flanders, and Roubaix but tried to look on the positive side that with limited preparation it was always going to be tough and the experience gained will be with me forever.
Tour of Flanders was a highlight though. What a race. An estimated 1.3millions spectators following the race you could just feel the intensity and the amazing buzz around a race that means so much to Belgian and World cycling. My role for the day was to stay by our leader Phil Gilbert’s side from the start to however long my engine would last. So I was to keep him out of the wind and safe from crashes if thats possible on the small Belgian roads. When we hit the cobbled sectors I would drop back behind him and be ready to lend a wheel or a hand if he was to puncture or crash. I was kept fairly busy early on as Belgium being Belgium dished up four season in one day, meaning I had to fairy rain jackets and bottles back an forth to the car quite often. After around 150km of the 265km journey the race really started to heat up. My tank was nearly empty at the 190km mark as we roared along a big road before turning into one of the famous cobbles bergs the ’Oude Kwaremont’ so I did my best to position Phil before I was swamped by frantic peloton and left straggling over the top of the climb with a small group off the back. In a race like Flanders, even if you still have power left you don’t come back from here. The onslaut of consecutive cobble walls makes it impossible as the front of the peloton isn’t waiting for anyone. So as I rolled into the 2nd feed station for the day at 210km I was heading straight to for the shelter of my team car, where I attempted to try and get feeling back in my hands after the rain, hail, and snow we had passed through.
Phil finished 15th at the end of the day, while sprinting for 4th he told me he stood up to sprint but had no choice but to just sit back down and follow as his legs gave way and cramped, and fair enough after 6 and a half hours of racing. Phil was greatful for the work I had done, but hopefully next time round I will have to stamina to be there at the finish too.
Well folks I’m sure thats enough for one sitting.
Back at it again soon.
Tim