Time for a Break

Last night I rolled down the to Dover TT with the IBC mountain bike team. There's no particularly good reason for a bunch of mountain bikers to want to go do an eight mile time trial, but our collective reasoning seems to be "Thom does it and he's faster than us." Thus, you get a bunch of hairy legs without aero gear mixed in with the TT-bike crowd.

Five weeks ago I clocked 20:06 here, my first time ever seeing the course. Surely another month of training plus knowing the course would make me go faster?

Ugh... If only. This time around I tried a few things differently, and either due to or in spite of these changes, I was 13 seconds slower. I lucked out with Linnea starting right in front of me, but it took me 12 minutes to catch her and she almost passed me back on the long, gradually downhill second half of the course. For some reason I just can't power along at 25 mph like everyone else. For now, I'm blaming the cross bike and being grateful that I don't road race.

Did another quick mountain bike ride this morning, for reasons unknown. I felt absolutely terrible. I think it's probably time to hang up the bike for a while, but I have a Kingdom trip planned for this weekend. Oh well. After that, I'll rest, I promise.

Edit: I forgot to mention the highlight of the trip back from Dover -- getting yelled at by a guy on a hybrid for riding "two abreast on a narrow road."

Not in a hybrid; on a hybrid. I've got to hand it to him, his indignation was righteous -- I'd hate to see what his reaction is when something actually bad happens. And for the record, there were zero cars behind us...dude.