Pushing through the pain, it is what separates the pros from the rest of us nuff nuffs. That and the fact they don’t get the pain until long, long after the rest of us are bent over the bike by the side of the road spewing forth our breakfasts.
I am feeling tired from two weeks of sleep deprivation, a head cold and just being a fat bastard. Todays ride took more out of me than I expected. I didn’t feel to bad when I got home, but I have just had a shower and I feel like I have been run over by the pro peloton. It wasn’t a massive ride, as you can see below, but I have lost some fitness and gained some weight. This tactic of staying up until 2AM by eating a snack every time I get sleepy is killing me. I am loving the Tour, but will be glad when it is finished, if only for my health.
Todays photo is from the top of Nowra Hill. 1400m at 6%
Vous êtes à la douce pour vous appeler un cycliste!
Listen here so called Black jersey man, Norbs is the hardest cyclist I know. I heard that he rode past not 1 but 2 coffe shops, and didn’t even stop for a Latte.
Damn right I did. 🙂
Lewy speaks the truth.