Today was the first time trial I've done on the road since....well, since Augusta last year. I wasn't particularly well-prepared. I haven't been sleeping real well because of random nerve pain. The last week wasn't a pretty training week. I had to concentrate just on making the legs pedal, rather than any sort of power goals or training intervals. Work has been stressful because I have a new boss and trying to balance work and training is becoming more and more difficult.
When my alarm went off at 3am, I really wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. But I pulled myself out of bed, threw on clothes and set off for San Diego.
My antipathy towards the entire race didn't subside as I set up my trainer, in the dark, at Fiesta Island. My disdain for time trials (well, that's not true, I like racing against the clock the most) didn't decrease when I put on my skinsuit and the ridiculous helmet and shoe covers. I rode over to the start line, not quite sure what to expect from my legs.
And so I set off - 7:18:30am. At least I passed the trike and the 90 year old man! I kept pedaling. I lost all type of feedback from legs besides pain around midway through the second lap. So I just kept pedaling, trying to monitor my effort through my heart rate. I didn't think it was going too well. But I kept pedaling, trying to feel the pressure/power on the pedals.
I rolled in at 34:43 when all is said and done. That is 1:44/k. The national standard is 1:47/k. 97% of the standard. Not too bad. Last May I rode the same exact course at around 39 minutes.
I am strangely disconnected from this result. I should be elated. This is the first time I've ridden the national standard on the road. It may be due, in part, to my exhaustion from lack of sleep. Or as I get further and further into this world of paralympic cycling, I am expecting these results from myself.