All through the day Sunday I felt the fatigue. Major fatigue.
I really was not looking forward to this particular test of endurance. But there it was: stage 9. Everything and the Kitchen Sink.
I dialed the intensity to 80%. Which turned out to be a wise decision. By the time I got through the second hour, I wasn’t sure that I could ride this stage out to the finish.
And the intervals in the last segment, the toughest part of the Downward Spiral, was simply cruel and unusual punishment.
Every minute seemed like an eternity.
But I wasn’t going to quit. And I did not.
I crossed the victory line. Battered and broken. Which I guess was the point of this tour.
I’ll recover. A few days off the bike now. Basking in the glow that comes from taking on a particularly challenging target and seeing it done.