As I rounded that last switch back when I see the top it suddenly appears so far. What was euphoric turns to a deep pain throughout my body, like a weight I can't lift any longer my legs swell with each revolution of the pedals.
Climbs, no matter how long, always appear in three parts: the beginning, warming up and moving the blood into the capillaries - it's like waking up and getting out of bed in the morning, it's the hardest part, just getting the juice moving. Part two is euphoric; like you could do this all day; holding on to the unsustainable as if it were sustainable; telling yourself this is easy; it honestly feels easy; it's not really easy, which brings us to Part Three where euphoric turns into breakfast making it's way onto your top tube. This is also a pretty rad part. Sure, loosing your stomach is never fun, but this is what tells you if you're going hard enough. Some people go until their hair stands up on their arms, loosing your stomach is about two levels up from that, and is a good qualifier for work.
Power meters are for pussies, just sayin', it's not going to tell you how hard you could have gone, only how far you're willing to push yourself based on quantitative measures, it says nothing of your actual worth as an athlete, it says nothing of heart or courage.
That's all for today. I just had to go on that little diatribe before I fell asleep...
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