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Sunday, April 27, 2014

Potter Road is the Devil

There is a road in West Glenville/Charlton that can make you cry, and its name is Potter Road.  My friend and triathlon training buddy Greta first introduced me to this road last season during a bike ride.  I am usually pretty wussy when I ride and do my best to avoid hill work.  However, Greta is very good about pushing me outside of my comfort zone.

"We're doing a good one today," she'd said, adding that she liked to use it for hill repeats.  I knew it was going to be bad.

The first indicator was that the route to GET TO Potter Road was entirely uphill.  Fun.  And then the hill began.  I had to come out of the saddle early, huffing and puffing to the top.  But I managed to get up.  When I caught up with Greta, I said, "Yeah, that was tough, but I did it!"

"That wasn't the hill."

And she wasn't kidding.  The "real" hill was a swear-word inducing, thigh-burning, heave-your-body-into-each-pedalstroke mess.  I BARELY reached the top, thinking my heart was going to burst out of my chest from beating so hard.  It was quite a reality check for me.

After that day, I added the Potter Road hill to my mid-week bike rides.  I was swearing so much each time I rode it that I'm sure the Potter Road residents knew me as "that cycling girl with Tourette Syndrome."  But by the end of the season, I was notably better on hills.  Now, I use that route as a barometer on my overall leg strength and fitness.  The first time this season that I planned to tackle the hill was last week.  And...it just didn't happen.  I basically psyched myself out all the way there.  I built the hill up in my head as this gigantic obstacle that I wasn't yet fit enough to overcome.  I got within one block of Potter before turning back and picking a different route.

On this week's long ride, I was determined to conquer it.  I set my mind and headed out for Potter.  I told myself if the fake-out hill kicked my butt, I could turn around and pick another route.  But it didn't.  And neither did the real hill.  Sure, it was hard, but I did it -- and without as much strain as I thought there would be.

The lesson I learned is that a lot of this stuff is mental.  Last week, I took a defeatist attitude and couldn't accomplish my goal.  This week, I had a more positive approach and met the goal.  It's a good lesson to add to my racing toolbox.


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