There was a moment on last night's ride where I thought - just for a split second or two - that I might have been going pretty damn fast.
That's not just a matter of having a big number on the computer, because I can do that anytime. Well, for a few seconds at least.
This was more about having a big number, holding it and then being able to punch it if need be, depending on what was happening in the rest of the group. There was also a point, though, where I just pretty much popped.
That happens sometimes, and it's not surprising considering how hard I was hitting it before then. I feel like I pushed it harder than I had all year - like maybe that extra gear is starting to come back. That would be nice, considering the race schedule for the next few weeks.
I'm close, though. Really close. I feel good. I'm not really even sore this morning, which is nice after a TT ride on Tuesday and WNW last night.
What that means for the state time trial on Saturday, I have no idea. I'm honestly just happy to be able to ride the summer races. I was in the hospital at this time two years ago and had a softball-sized growth on my hip last year.
This year, I'm the proud wearer of burned-in tanlines. Sweet.
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