On Saturday I returned to Tempe Velodrome for some club racing. By chance I was able to borrow a car and dust off my track bike that has been looking at me with disappointed eyes for so long. It was the first time I'd raced in 6 months and quite a revelation for me in terms of accessing my own fitness. Since moving over to the socalled 'wrong' side of the bridge in March, I hadn't been out on any hard sunday morning training rides with Dulwich Hill BC. It was too early, too far, and too cold! I had however ridden to Melbourne in 5 days, I rode around Tasmania in Feb, I'd done many sunday rides around the Ku-ring-gai NP, and I'd commuted to work and every other errand around town for the last 6 months (I don't own a car so I'm always riding). So how much fitness could I've lost??? Plenty, it would seem. I'd gone from being a 'fastie' to a puffed out slowie and came last in every race.
So whats the lesson of this story? Riding heaps of kms doesn't make you go any faster or get any fitter. Riding heaps of fast kms, will make you faster and fitter.