Sunday was track day, that wasn’t. I started the day with an upset digestive tract, and only rode part of the way to the track on 4B, into a lovely headwind which seems to be the norm in
Once home, I climbed onto the trainer, which has had the fixed wheel strapped into it for the last few months. This time, I had my road bike plugged in, and the feel was much easier on my beleaguered quads. I’ve been trying to work out why I have been struggling a bit on the trainer: now I know why. Same as riding the fixie on the road, makes a freewheel feel like sponge puff with passionfruit icing. As I was feeling bad about not doing any track efforts, and was feeling ok after a good warm up, I had a crack at a 500m TT effort. I set up the gear and trainer resistance as I normally do for these efforts, to make them as track like as possible. 200m into the effort and I see a whopping figure on the powertap for kph. Like, a ridiculous figure that I’ve never seen before. So I figure the powertap is playing up, although the watts are consistent with what I’ve experienced before under that load, and, well, they were pretty good watts but not extra-ordinary for me. I have a rest and do it again. Same thing. I try for a third time, but this time try to see if I can wring more speed out of the thing, whilst trying to keep the trainer on the floor. Well, that worked, so at least the PT is responsive, if a bit outrageous (though consistently so) in its estimates of my speed. Another two efforts of the same outputs, plus a gut full of nausea and I call it quits, with the knowledge that there is some improvement in my ability to do those mock 500m TT efforts, but what exactly, I’m not really sure apart from higher rpm held for longer. Woohoo!! And to do it with a body totally underwhelmed by a morning of gastric distress, is, well, plain odd. But kind of pleasing. In a surreal, scratch your head, how did that happen kind of way.