Battered, Fried and Shellacked
Yesterday was a road race up in Washington- a qualifier for Nature Valley.
I wouldn't call yesterday the best race in my life. A well known master's racer attacked from the gun up the first hill- then everyone countered- and I went. I saw the break forming and had a gut reaction that this was the break that was going to stick. (and it did) So... I went a few seconds late and began chasing with another racer. We were about 30 feet back and they were motoring and starting to paceline- the guys I was with was gassed and couldn't come around to take a pull. Another rider and a teammate came around pretty fast and I did everything to jump on. I was able to close the gap to around 10 feet then really had to push it to catch on. After a little bit I was able to catch but I was pretty pooped and needed a quick break.
One of the other riders rotated back and I got onto his wheel just to sit in for a second. He pulled off one of his (now I know) signature moves and rode me off the break. He dropped us back 10-15 feet and then drilled it back to the group, leaving me back to try to catch on. Totally legit but total jerk move.
I tried to get back on but failed and burned through a bunch of matches. I dropped back to the group but they were in full chase mode and I was barely able to get back in. I tried to recover before the steep hill but just couldn't. I got dropped- halfway through the first lap of a 6 lap race. With 7 guys off the front, only 38 in the entire field and at less than 80 miles upgrade points only went 5 deep. Bleh.
I did hit some new numbers though...
Peak 5 min: 387W (Norm 430W)- 5.68W/kg.
Peak 2 min: 488W
Peak 1 min: 563W