On the ride home on Wednesday I caught up to a lycra clad cyclist on a titanium bike at some traffic lights at the foot of a hill. Naturally, I overtook him. However, as I did so I heard him start to pedal faster (he had a slight creak on his bike). I raced up the hill as fast as I could and was surprised when I got to the top that he was only about 10 metres behind me. My lungs were burning! He changed lanes in the stationary traffic and went round a roundabout before me before racing off down a hill. I raced after him, got onto his wheel and sat in his slip stream. Every now and again he's look behind him to see if I was there and I'd make sure I was sitting up, taking in the scenery. Two roundabouts and one hill later I finally dropped him.
By the time I got home my lungs hurt and I could taste blood. I'd written on the blog that I was going to do some turbo training so I stuck toi my word and made sure I did a half hour session.
Yesterday morning I ran to work. Although, I could feel the exertion of the previous night in my legs I felt pretty strong. The run home was more of a challenge (due in part to needing to go to the toilet!) and I was glad this morning that the weather was ok so I could ride to work.
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