The Alpine Classic is a 200km cyclosportive (It's not a race; yeah sure!) with 4500m climbing. It's a major event on the Australian cycling calendar. Last your I completed it in 7:45, putting me in the top 5%.
This year, I'm determined to better that. Pace, pace, pace. steady up Tawonga, steady up Falls Creek, fly back down! Tawonga again - this seems hard (It's very hot: 32degrees). After 4:30hrs riding, I get back to Bright 6minutes ahead of schedule. I'm happy and booming! I race into the motel (on the route), change bidons and jersey (already packed with new food bars). Go to the bathroom, and discover I've not been drinking enough. Bidon of liquid down my throat.
During the simulation I enjoyed eating muesli. So, why not? In goes a bowl for good measure. Big mistake! It takes all the liquid in my stomach, deprives me of it, and the muesli sits there like a rock. I could hardly move another 10km. Cramps, spasms, vomit. Even the flat road seems to have a 10% gradient. I stop, lie down beside the road for 15min, and with my tail between my legs, crawl back to Bright. DNF is not a good feeling, even though I learnt a huge lesson. :(
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