Think you're hot stuff on a bike?
Impressing yourself and your friends with your bike splits at the local tri or du?
Then sit back and help yourself to a big ol' piece of humble pie and sign up for a local time trial.
The time trial is called "The Race of Truth" for a reason. It's just you against the clock. No drafting, no other competitors (or even supporters) to engage you and drive you on to keep pushing. No cowbells or cheering. It's just you and a lonely strip of asphalt, and that devil perched on your shoulder whispering in your ear: "What are you doing? Slow down! Take it easy! This hurts."
If you're lucky, someone passes you and you have a rabbit to chase. But that means also that you've already lost 30 seconds to a competitor because that person started at least that long after you. If you're luckier still, you catch your 30-second man. But - do you have that in you?
I had a lot of time to think during Saturday's Church Creek Time Trial. To think about when the next 5km marker was coming up. To think about how quickly that woman behind me caught and passed me. To think about those dogs that chased my friend and me on the road where we warmed up - that stretch of road onto which I was about to turn. I hope that guy put those dogs inside (he did, thankfully).
So, in the end, I did okay. I had hoped for something a little closer to 1:06, but for me, the results would've been the same. The two women behind me were smoking fast. It was a day for PRs, but only if you're in shape to PR.
Looking forward to another slice of humble pie at the August race. Just me, and my devil on my shoulder. I hope I can forever outrace him.