For some bizarre reason I decided to enter a 20 mile Welsh Champs TT race. It was near Llyn Brenig, which is one of my favourite places thanks to Rally GB. It also involved some hills, which I apparently like going up at the minute.
On my recce ride last week it was blue skies, barely any wind, you could almost say it was a perfect day for Wales. Good enough for lots of photos! I fell in love with the route and couldn’t wait to race it.
Race day on the other hand had completely different circumstances. Rain. Wind. Just typical North Wales conditions really.
I got there before sign on was even suppose to open and I had no idea why. I couldn’t really warm up so there was nothing else I could do apart from wait for my start time.
I thought I’d be fine in just a jersey, but decided to opt for a jacket instead last minute. Que rushed number swap from jersey to jacket…I may have pricked my fingers with the safety pins a few times!
I got to the start, then realised my Clif Energy blocks were still in the car.
Then to start I had a massive hill my legs just didn’t want to go up.
It wasn’t exactly going as well as I’d planned. All of the other girls passed me not far off the start line and I felt like a bit of a numpty.
Why on earth did I think I’d be able to do this race?
My fitness was lower than it could be, certainly lower than it use to be.
The further around I got, the more frustrated with myself I got.
Gosh I sound dramatic…ha!
Whilst I was trying to get use to tri bars, I had no idea if I was holding up any of the guys behind me. Before starting I joked the now National Champ would probably overtake me, and towards the end I was starting to think he would, despite starting half an hour after me. I tried to sprint up the final hill to the finish line, but my legs were having none of it.
I crossed the finish line and my legs just burnt out.
I enjoyed pushing myself, but felt I could have given it more than I did.
I loved being able to descend and lean into the corners dotted around the Evo Triangle, even if I was battling with the wind.
Thanks to Welsh Cycling and everyone else who was involved in organising such a great event. Everyone was so lovely, racers and organisers, despite a complete rookie turning up…ha! Coming from downhill where I’d get moaned at a fair bit for holding guys up on the trail, it was good not to get it in TT’s too.
Also a big thanks to my brother for driving me there. I don’t think I would have been in any fit state to drive home after it otherwise. Apparently I looked white as a ghost after finishing, so we headed to the Llyn Brenig cafe for breakfast before heading home. Racer’s diet all the way…
Now into hill climb season…yikes!