are sometimes smooth and silky, and other times tired and tight.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Ronde van Sloten (prologue)

You make plans, set goals, and hope to achieve them. It’s logical. They help give you focus, direction, and and structure. In theory, it’s a good thing. I guess. For various reasons, I haven’t had any over the past few seasons. Perhaps it was an unconscious decision to be a dilettante. Perhaps it’s because I’m indecisive?

This year things are different. Slightly. One of my first goals was to be in good form for the Vikingtour, a ‘classics’ style race in the North of Holland. My goal was plan was simple: get myself into enough form so I could help launch a teammate to success.

A business trip to Spain, and a certain volcano in Iceland, interfered with that plan. C’est la vie. Fortunately I was able to make up for it a few weeks later.

Since then, things have been more ad hoc. Still riding. Still racing. Having fun. No direction. Sort of. Kind of. Unless you count this weekend’s Ronde van Sloten.

Initially I signed myself in for both the Masters and the Amateur Bs race. I figured I’d try and do what I had done a few months earlier: ride my race with the Masters and try and help with the Bs.

There were only two problems: a strange rule by the KNWU that forbids doing two races in one day (really?); and the fact that I was attending a friend’s 50th birthday party the evening before.

Knowing the friend whose birthday it was, and the friends who were giving me a lift to the party, as well as taking into account that rules are rules, I had to reassess my plans. I could only do one race. So, a decision was made.

Seeing as the Masters race was at 11:30, and the Bs was at 3PM, it was an easy choice to make.

To be continued…

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