last night we did our weekly training ride and turning the pedals was just harder than usual--from rolling out of the house to riding the paceline. Perhaps the brake was rubbing, perhaps my tires were 20lbs light on pressure? Anyway, going into the last 1k I began to lead it out and was instantly at my limit, after 1-200m the next guy came through (probably because I was not getting up to speed) but I jumped on 4th wheel--I was determined to dig real deep for the final 100m. After the final turn I came around the last man in the leadout. Slobbering, grunting and slathering through the 200m sprint I was beat just short of the line because...well I was absolutely cooked.
As my teammate passed me in the sprint he said something, probably encouraging, and only sound came out of my mouth...sound completely detached from meaning. Its the conversation reflex in action: how you doing? Fine. In this instance I replied, but all I could muster was a two second utterance:muhaayyaaahaaa...with additional slobber sliding down my cheek and chin.
I hadn't made that much of a mess of myself in a long while.
how about you?