The Day of my Big Race
The day of the big race When the day arrived, I huddled in my start pen with 150 other riders. Though my nerves were shot, legs heavy and stomach churning, Togo had prepared me well and I told myself that all I needed to do was sit on the wheels.
When the gun went off and we surged forward, my legs screamed at me. Luckily I knew my body well enough to know that it takes about 50km to warm up properly, so I just dug deep and pedalled.
Riding in a huge peloton of 300+ riders, we maintained speeds of around 37-40 km/hr.
When I reached the climbs, for the first time in my life I was overtaking fellow cyclists on the climbs.