The Hell of the West is the Northern Combiner's version of Paris-Roubaix. This morning I woke up nervous and excited about seeing my family for the first time in a while, I was awake at 3:30, slightly earlier than the five o'clock wake up I had anticipated but decided not to waste time. It was straight into the car at four o'clock on the nose, waving goodbye to Mikaela was tough knowing that I wouldn't be seeing her for the entire holidays. The first five hours were plain sailing with no one on the road, the time and kilometres seemed to just fly by. With an eight hour drive from Adelaide to Melbourne in my legs and because of leaving so early I arrived home in time to get a quick 60km spin in before dinner. Pasta for dinner while lying on the floor and rolling my legs out I am just doing my best to get ready for a tough race ahead.
Last time I raced the Hell of the West, was half way through 2011 around the time of mid year exams I hadn't ridden a bike for about 4 months and decided to race C grade. Much to the anger of many fellow racers I lined up to give it my best crack. 1st place went to someone else, fifteen miutes later I crossed the line in dead last place, and yet still people thought I should be racing A grade. Lets just hope that this time around there is a different result all together.
"Everybody has talent, but ability takes hard work"
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