I didn't have class today since we are rotating through field trip groups for three wednesdays (last week, this week, and I get to go next week). So, instead of class, I managed to score about 2 hours of motorpacing with Mr. Mike Feighny at the wheel/handlebar and Scott and I riding in tow.
I thought racing was hard, but I guess that's just because I've never done a motorpaced workout before. I was so waxed after 2 hours that I was ready to lay down in the ditch, but we still had the brutal climb up to pinewood reservoir. This is typically a sub 20 minute climb, but I'd be blown away if I did it in under 30 or 35 today. The last couple miles were straight deathmarch, trying to get the pedals around, and searching for watts everywhere I could. I stood, sat, slid back on the saddle, slid forward, pulled hard on the bars, leaned over, sat straight up, and after all my searching, I realized all the watts I was looking for were pasted on the road about 30 kilometers behind me.
To add a happy ending to a long hard day, Mike met back up with us on his real motorcycle and bought a round of americano's for the three of us. I guess it's only a 7 and a half minute climb when you've got a hundred horsepower underneath you.
Now it's suppertime, I'll get some photos of the ride up later.