When I was asked if I wanted to go to Brest for a mid-week criterium, I was hardly going to say no. At the least it might make for some amusing road-sign photos … having done a couple of hours on the bike in the morning to pick up Mum, Dad and the rental car, it was looking like a good day of training. Dad pulled a sicky and had to go to bed instead of watching the race, d’oh!!Being in France, the “criterium” was 85 of us for sixty times around 1.6km and started at 7:30pm, so it was getting pretty dark by the finish and also jolly cold. Interesting circuit, it went around a cliff and had a hill of sorts, but with a 75kph run-in and a hairpin halfway up it wasn’t really a climb, more just a jump out of the corner, then there was another hairpin at the start of the descent … the finish line was at the top from where you could see almost all of the course, so great spectating.
Nothing sensational happened, felt pretty good the first twenty laps and spent the next ten in the counterattack behind the break when the race was really going, which hurt a lot and confirmed the form isn’t too hot. Happily when it came back together James went flying past in a counter-attack, meanwhile I spent the remainder rolling around in the bunch, not so much a sprint at the end as a collective groan.
Back in Scaer at 2am via McDonalds … next race is a big Elite one on Monday which should apparently give the climbing legs a good workout.
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