1:44:18, 29.07 miles, 16.8mph (overall)
Raced Prospect Park with Pietro this morning — an early morning starting with a 3:30 rise and shine to be at Peter’s house by 4-ish. Into the car and away we go. I had only enough time for a single practice lap and lined up with the other 5’s, and away we go.
Right from the start I wasn’t right — I started coughing and trying to get something out of my lungs. The entire ride up the hill as I’m fighting and fighting and coughing and coughing I become detached from the pack. One other detached, in front of me, and once I take a minute and recover I’m on the chase. I see them, no more than 25 yards out, and I’m pacing them, but I can’t seem to make up any time. Take the descent as fast as I can manage, 35-some-odd mph, but to no avail. Realizing that I wasn’t going to catch I rode within myself, and waited for them to catch me. It wasn’t until my 4th lap that I was lapped, so I rolled in at the back of the pack and collected myself.
Did a few more laps while Pietro beat on the boys, few of the local Cosmic Wheel boys out in the 1-2-3 race.
Weight needs to keep coming down to deal with slight climbs like that one. I’ll be back out there before the end of this season, I dig the circuit courses, like Branch Brook.