domingo, 7 de julio de 2024

The worst sprinter in history

 

Second to last at the Horton sprint.


Considering I didn’t sprint I’d argue it was a great result. I’m that easy to get happy about my own performances.


My excuse (there is always an excuse) is I honestly thought the sprint was called off. The road was very wet, it was sunny at that very moment, but minutes ago it was raining a lot. Perks of the British summer.


I think I was third wheel as we appeached the last roundabout. I could probably brag about being a naturally well positioned sprinter as I got there without even trying.


I saw a couple of riders going on the drops and the naive in me still thought the sprint was still called off. 


I felt the pace accelerating ever so slightly and I didn’t think much of it. 


Then I saw Jack attacking and everyone following suit and I all I could do was to admire how fast they went for the line.


Let’s be honest I was never a great sprinter. My lack of skills to read the signs around me, very clear signs in highsight, probably makes me the worst sprinter in history.


The ride in Strava: https://www.strava.com/activities/11829176067/


Take care of yourself

Javier Arias González



sábado, 6 de julio de 2024

Arrogant without legs

 Arrogant without legs.


A recipe for a disaster. 


A disaster that came as early as 25 km into the ride.


Arrogant enough to try to drop GC Denis from my wheel climbing Green Dene. 


Obviously, without the required legs.


Everything went well until the ramp where the gradient increases came. The point where I wanted to attack. Also the point where GC Denis knew I was going to attack. And the point where I knew that Denis knew that I wanted to attack.


More importantly, the point where I exploded in pieces coming almost to a stop.


GC Denis passed me, looking relaxed. He even was able to ask if I was fine. 


It’s weird how these blow ups happen. 30 seconds after it I start asking myself why did I stop, I start telling myself I could have carried on.  


31 seconds after the blow up I start making excuses.


32 seconds after the blow up I have at least half a dozen of them.


The winner this time was something related to my heart rate strap not working. A pathetic excuse if you ask me.


Arrogant, without legs and making pathetic excuses.


The rest of the ride was brilliant though. Only a few showers, I wasn’t dropped and I took the Esher sprint.


He who does not console himself does so because he does not want to.


The ride in Strava: https://www.strava.com/activities/11821451338 


Take care of yourself

Javier Arias González