So, Saturday I was able to hand with the A group (easily 28mph+) for almost the entire route and was very proud of myself. Of course, I rode 78 miles on Sunday at 19mph average, a quick 30 mile with top speeds up to 25mph and Tues I rode 30 at an easier pace on my commuter. Yeah, I was feeling great and eating well and getting enough sleep so I could get ready for the super fast group on Wed. I go to ride and right off the bat, I was intimidated, even though I knew betterI was surrounded by guys on really nice bikes and wearing team gear and here's little me on my winkydink bike that's falling apart, not matching. Yeah, I know that's ridiculous, but Im being honest here. I calmed myself down and we were off. I was doing well for the first couple of miles and then we turned onto Lk Pickett road and off they went at 24 mph and yet I couldn't keep up. I tried and tried to catch the group but only to my disappointment they sped off only while I slowed down
. I turned and headed back home, pushing myself hard with the feeling of being broken surrounding my mind. I got home, took a shower, and talked to BF and we rationally talked that this: the group was just super fast and I can be feeling the wrath of tiredness. But, I still feel really crapped out and coming down off the great high from this weekend's rides. I'll just rest tomorrow and start prepping for Saturday's fast ride. I still want to be fast to where I can hang with the Wed. group, its just not gonna happen in a week
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