I think Simon Fox’s feelings on a year of ‘slow times’ echo those of a lot of us. It’s a strange feeling of elation just getting to the finish and getting warm again. Something akin to survival. A good feeling and one that you’re not hurt.
After a while the bugs start to creep in and you start being less chuffed with yourself
I thanked my lucky stars when the car arrived just as I got to the road and I was able to peel my sodden kit off and get some food inside me. Then it was time to reflect. My feelings veered between two polar opposites: I was disappointed to be unable to record a good time despite all the work I had put in. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep battering my body, especially my arthritic knees, so the amount of races I do in future is going to start lessening. On the other hand I had survived an event that, I’m sure, will be spoken of in hushed tones in years to come. Not only survived it but had actually loved it.
http://mrsparkleversuslife.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/three-peaks-cyclocross-2012.html
Great blog as usual, Simon.
