I finally got outside for a couple of hours today and got to thinking, as you do on the bike, about the peaks and valleys of training and, in particular, the peak.
Whether I’m in great shape or whether I’m like I am now, I always take around an hour to warm up. I’ve had hundreds of rides where I thought that I would not make it through at minute 15, but then the afterburners kick in around minute 50 and I’m feeling like Mathieu van der Poel pulling back everybody in the last 15 kms of the Amstel Gold Race.
Except in my case at the moment, I’m MVdP who passes two guys and blows up.
When I have ‘the sensations’ and am well trained, I can ride hard for hours after my hour warm-up. Here is a visual representation of how I need to be during the Tour du Mont Blanc in July.
My warm-up is the skree rising up to the top of Mount Conner, followed by a nice, long peak, then a drop-off in juice, hopefully happening a kilometer from the finish line.
And then there’s right now.
My hour warm up is the southern flank of Mt. Fuji, then I get a good 10 minutes of peak before wishing I was closer to home. Gotta start somewhere.