Five, four, three, two, one… GO. I’ve heard those words over and over again during these last few years. They almost always signify that the pain and suffering that inevitably comes with any competitive event is just about to begin. In previous seasons I’ve been scared to hear them, my motivation coming primarily from fear of doing badly as a pose to wanting to do well. Finally I think I’ve managed to turn that mentality around, recently racing has become something I really look forward to.

I’ve long had my eye on one particular feat. Four years ago when I first joined a Cycling Club I can remember looking on the website and chancing across a section devoted to Time Trial distance records. Bearing in mind that in those days a 16 mph average seemed like an unattainable goal I was in awe of some of the times on display. The one that really caught my eye was that of the five mile TT record, a time of 11:01 (that’s an average of approximately 27 mph). Of course over the ensuing years I’ve gotten faster by enlarge, with the exception of a couple of tricky winters that have caused some setbacks. Those records have seemed less and less impossible to break, however before this season there was still no serious chance of me being able to take any of them.

The season before last I attempted a five mile TT for the first time. It’s actually a very rare distance, to my knowledge our local 5 course is the only one within a reasonable range. My time of 12:15 was pretty respectable considering I was riding a road bike and wearing a normal jersey and shorts. I came back a week later and managed to knock seven seconds off due to better pacing and fresher legs. Last year with the benefit of a TT bike, skinsuit and aero helmet I managed to get a bit closer with a season PB of 11:15.

I can remember being absolutely spent following that particular effort, I’d given everything, to the point where I genuinely thought I was going to throw up upon stopping. Whilst it was a big PB I must admit it was disheartening to still be a long way off the prize despite being in good form and having invested a lot of time, energy and money in the attempt. Soon afterwards I began my Triathlon phase, losing a fair bit of Cycling fitness in the process – once again the record was well out of reach.

Recently the form has come back, rather miraculously after a challenging winter and spring which culminated in failing to get round a Marathon . Last Sunday I achieved one of my long term goals, going under the hour for a 25 mile TT – ending a three week block of hard training with a PB of 56:07. Following a rest week it was time to attempt the 5 once again yesterday evening.

My legs often feel sluggish for the first couple of days after a week of recovery for reasons I haven’t yet been able to work out. Yesterday was no exception, my fifteen minute morning commute felt like an effort which did not bode well for the upcoming challenge. Fortunately on the return leg they felt better, a few short sprints did a good job of loosening the muscles up as did an agonising session on the foam roller upon arriving home.

For once I managed to follow my nutrition plan to the letter. Porridge for breakfast followed by pasta for lunch, rounded off with eggs on toast two hours before my estimated start time. A double espresso just before I left took provided caffeine boost and finally a gel immediately before starting to warm up took care of ensuring I was as well fuelled as possible. Of course, this being me it didn’t all go to plan. We’re in the middle of a rare heatwave and the resulting sweat made it very tricky to get my skinsuit on. I also realised I had nowhere to put my car key, eventually resorting to taping it to the stem and hoping it didn’t fall off whilst I was riding – a bodge if ever there was one. All of that left me with little time to warm up, the early signs were good but I know from experience that you never really know how the legs are until the real effort begins.

In my opinion mental preparation is of great importance when it comes to time trialling. It’s not like you can sit in the bunch for two hours and take the sprint at the very end. You’ve got to really, really want it and push yourself hard the whole way in order to get the best possible time. Five miles is a surprisingly tough distance to pace, as a mate of mine pointed out yesterday it doesn’t resemble anything you’d do in training. With no power meter fitted to my TT bike I tend to go mostly on perceived exertion with half an eye on heart rate to try and prevent over or underpacing to as greater extent as possible.

Following the usual nervous countdown it was time to go. Within about two hundred meters of starting I felt the burn in my legs, over that distance experience has taught me not to be concerned about that. Pain is always an inevitability, there’s no point living in fear of it – if anything I’ve found it’s best to try and think of it as a positive, a sign that you’re doing it properly. It’s a matter of keeping it to a certain level so as not to blow up too early. That outward leg was relatively easy courtesy of a tailwind, whilst I was deliberately not monitoring my speed it certainly felt quick. Passing a couple of others fairly soon after the start provided a handy morale boost. Mercifully there was no traffic to wait for at the turning point and I took the roundabout at as faster pace as I dared.

As for the return stage it was a different matter. A small rise coupled with a newly found headwind made the first half mile very hard going to the point where my heart rate got within 4 bpm of it’s maximum. In a longer TT the following descent would have been a chance to rein it back and recover but over such a short distance there was no such luxury. Thereafter I rode on feel alone, trying my best to block out everything bar the effort itself. You really have to channel all of your mental energy into keeping your legs going when fatigue sets in at that level. The sight of my minute man was a very welcome one, I knew he was a fast rider so when I overtook just before the finish line I was hopeful of a good time.

I took satisfaction in that the pacing couldn’t have been better. I had enough to keep going right up until the finish but quite genuinely couldn’t have carried on pedalling for any longer. According to my Garmin I’d managed a 10:59, two seconds quicker than the club record. I know that GPS can sometimes be a few seconds out and therefore tried my best not to get too excited before the final results were up. This time round it was in my favour, I’d done a 10:57.

Yes, it was only good enough for 3rd overall and the winner was a fair way ahead but nonetheless it felt pretty incredible. How long it will stand for is anyones guess but for now one of those club records will have my name next to it. It’s rides like that which make all the training worth it; the annoyance that comes with muscle soreness, early starts, late finishes and financial costs of maintaining the bikes pales in comparison to the satisfaction of seeing it all come to fruition.

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