
And another one!
It's been a short week at the office - grace to Easter holidays! We're having great weather and I had a doubtless super-dooper-great week of practice. I really think, that those miles from Spain are kicking in now. And not only on the bike... the run is right as well!
So I had already 3 consecutive days of key workouts: a track session with 12x400m on Wednseday, a Ironman-racepace bike-session on Thrusday and a longjog that was quick enough yesterday (again some 2 hours of leg trashing action).
All the same the legs felt quite allright this morning. My plan was to ride Sattelegg today - but not only to ride it... I wanted to "destroy" it. To push my limits and break my PB on that climb.
I rode the 2h to the foot of the climb really cosily. Did some pick ups to losen off the legs and prepare them for the effort. Hm, a mountain time trial is always a tough job! If you start out too fast, you'll suck later in the climb, fading and almost going dopwn backwards. Especially at the Sattelegg - aspiring a decent time, you got to kick it hard at the bottom of the climb, for the first 5 k's. Than it's getting gradually steeper and all you can do, is ride into that burning pain, keep the feet spinning and not think about that blinking heart rate monitor.
Okay, I popped in the headphones from my mp3-player, turning on Survivor's "Eye of the tiger". The start was kind of sticky. I didn't felt all strong, but could get into a nice pace. After the first 5 minutes I was in my rhythm and I felt really strong.
We'd been talking about climbing this hill fast with friends in the camp in Spain - we all agreed that the first section has got to be passed under 15' going for a sub-35-time.
I passed that point in exactly 13 flat. Hm, that was a blast - did I overpace?!???
But I came to an answer right away: What the fuss... ride on! Don't think about "what if's", just finish up that bastard and then you'll see the bill.
A passage with winding turns and steep ramps followed. Riding into the state of growing acidity and hammering heart rate makes you feel sticking to the road. You think your tires are flatting, so slow and tantalizingly is the way ahead. There you got to make up your mind - not trying to judge the pain, what pain anyway?! Just do it, just keep on pushing and there, already the last sharp turn before the peak. My mind - as far as it's still capable of - starts to calculate... huh, this time is going to be really nice! I expecte some few minutes more and there is still a twenty-something on the watch's display. That made me push harder again, and the heart hammered above 180 bpm.
Outch! You bet that hurts! With or without positive thinking. But in the end the pain was worth it...the suffering stopped after 32 minutes and 16 seconds.
I vaporized my former PB, I surpassed all my expectations and, wow, this only at the beginning of April!!!!
This is so great and I was all psyched up there.
I admit, my legs are exhausted and quite heavy now. But after a nice stretch and some rest, the need for speed will show up again.
Keep it up and hit it hard - it's paying off!
Dani "Aguila"Hofstetter