That Painful Ride

I managed to persuade, cajole, nag Alber to join me in this morning's ride with WY and group. We conned Eddie along as well. Haha. Two weeks off my bike and trainings, one could feel the effect. The added kilos did not seem to translate into added power. Fabulous.

It was tough keeping up. Well, it was already tough in the first place, let alone this current state of fitness. I had to pedal really really hard, and still got dropped throughout. Bummer. We went up Mt Faber, and I was the last one down. Then I could not draft them along the Tuas. I tried, but could not keep up. Then we went to NTU, with some divine interventions from the traffic lights, and I was again the last one out of the slopes. Ok, I could see where this was heading. But to be fair, I did not feel demoralised, just tired because all that chasing took tremendous effort.

And I got dropped spectacularly along Lim Chu Kang. They rode in a pack and I could not catch up. All of them. :( I later heard that they went at 40-50kmh. Of course me alone battling the winds was going at 30-31kmh and wondering why the pack looked smaller and smaller into the distance. Bummer, again. In that tired state of affairs, I missed the turn towards Kranji, and headed straight down the Police Coast Guard Jetty, over more rolling slopes. Great, now I would have to retrace my way over those rolls and find the group. Alber found me along the way and showed me the turning point. Almost flat already, full of lactic and going nowhere.

We made it to the Kranji coffeeshop just as the rest were about to set off. We decided to split and make our own way back. There was no way I could follow them on the return anyway. But even with Eddie pulling me and Alber pushing me (I was riding in between them), I just could not pick up speed. All that pedalling seemed to be going nowhere. Darn.

It was a good hard ride for me. And even though I was so dropped so dramatically, out of sight, it was still a good ride.