Sunday, 7 December 2008

poisonous flames pumping through my veins

Today we started our ride with Mt Coot-tha, which is not very uncommon, although it's been awhile since the last time I did it. The back-door ascension, my least favourite route, but the same as the one that I flew up with 104% of my "predicted" maximum heart rate in the Mt Coot-tha Cycle Challenge earlier this year.

I'm definitely a bit out of shape right now, but there's more to it than this. I've done this ascent so many times, and it has never, ever hurt so much. The lower slopes are usually pretty enjoyable, not too steep and I can keep the cadence up and start to get confident before grinding through the steeper corners and sections.

Today, the oppressive humidity had me red-lining from the start, but despite the term red-lining, my heart rate wouldn't even get over 90%. I slipped off MF's wheel and watched him get further away, I had my glasses fogging up from the humidity and my strained gasping for breath, I had poisonous flames pumping through my veins and chest. It felt like death.

Was it the humidity and heat? Last night's wine? Last night's food? Lack of sleep? Me being in poor form? Or a sad combination of all of these?

Cycling is for masochists.

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