i suppose, because it is a choice ... that is what makes it such a poignant, fragile experience.
we are bike racers.
we are blessed with fighting over silly ribbons and mock hierarchies of skill, will, and strength of limb.
it is ... fluff and circumstance.
... and thank all that is heavenly we have the chance to do so.
i had a chance to do so this weekend. me and the VB partied a wee-bit geezer-like with da'PAB n' BunnyX. We goofed off, recharged, attacked hard, and ... risked.
So, at a critty-do down in Fremonty, it ended up that i was off the front with a bit less than half the race to go.
Now, when you're ridin' off the front solo ... it's true, the first ingredient is legs. You've got to have the knowledge of what your body can and can't do (yet). You've had to have put in the training to call upon during the race.
yikes ... analogy alert!
I visualize big efforts in bike racin' as being fueled from this overpuffed imaginary reservoir hooked into me from the biosphere. It stems down from the ether world, giving me strength ~ following me around like one of those feeder-suckling planes that recharges migs n' F-siddy's n' Hornetos ... or whatever them flyboys call their winged chariots.
This imaginary reservoir holds all the pain and power and strength of will i can use at any given moment. The size and fill of this source is contingent solely on the training - the hours of intervals, the quality of rests, the discipline of efforts that I have put forth in it's construction.
During races, that connection must be attended to with complete and utter concentration. Flushing open the valve unchecked will spill out the contents too quickly for replenishment to occur. Hording the precious fuel, on the other hand, will do nothing but limit engine velocity and end in ... constipation of the unused.
The key is to meter out the use of your reservoir against the needs of your role in the race. If you are put in the position of the chase, set your valve on a steady, power producing stream. If it is a solo break, open the floodgates and slurp down that juice ... revel in the surge of suffering and never fight it, never. Accept the pain and let it course through your every cell, every fiber.
It is payment and benefit in the same breath.