This is not important to the story, but I really can’t remember how it was that my group ended up a few hundred meters ahead of me. Maybe I wasn’t paying attention or perhaps I was focused on unraveling the tinfoil wrapper of my dried dates, but there they were, way up the road and dangerously close to going out of sight.
This is where painful decisions need to be made. You really have two choices:
- Stay resigned to your fate and keep riding alone, knowing that another group will sweep you up eventually.
- Gather all the courage you can and bridge that gap.
At the protest of my lungs, heart and soul, my brain went for #2.
Step One: At first I just picked up the pace and tried to reel them in slowly. This worked, I guess, but it became evident real quick that it would have taken ages and I probably wouldn’t have had the energy to keep it up till I reached them.
Step Two: Go back to thought process and…incredibly…choose #2 again.
Step Three: New strategy. This time I would sprint all out, quickly putting myself into the red, then just keep it up till I began to whimper.
Step Four: ‘Rest’.
Step Five: Repeat steps 3 and 4, edging closer in mini stages, till I either I spontaneously combusted or bridged that gap.
I bridged the gap, I’ll have you know, and it was the sweetest rear wheel I had ever latched onto once I did.