Plans are always subject to change!

I’m a bit late coming with this one today.

I got a little carried away while out on a ride with a one of the A1 lads this morning.

I left the house at 7 am to meet him on the other side of town at 8 am.

We had planned to do a steady ride up around the Dublin hills and have a yap about how this season went and what his plans are for the future.

We had a two hour window to get this done however so time was tight.

Muppet

On the ride over I misjudged a bunny hop and caught a kerb breaking a spoke and blowing out the tyre in the process.

Lucky I was beside a mate’s bike shop.

After a 30-minute threshold effort I made it to the other side of town a little over 10 minutes late.

We began our climb up to the view point over Dublin city, the sun breaking through the tree’s on what was arguably the nicest morning I’ve ridden on all year.

Then bang, he punctured – and with no offence meant to my mate, it was a dreadfully slow change!

While we had a plan today it pretty much turned on its head due to mechanicals and it reminded me of something I wanted to write about to you guys ages ago.

Plans

They are subject to change lads!

No matter how experienced the rider is and despite countless amounts of days of mishaps it amazes me how few can accept the fate that shit happens.

Days like this are part and parcel of being a bike rider and they happen to everybody.

Reminiscing

I remember being in Australia a few weeks out from a track world cup.

I rode out to a climb about 90 minutes from home – (No phone because that’s how I roll)

The efforts involved a full gas standing start followed by a threshold effort up the climb.

So I lined up, picturing the start of a team pursuit…

Beep… beep… beep…BEEP!

Explode!

The greatest save of all time

Two revolutions in at around 1200- 1500 watts, the chain snapped and I catapulted up in the air landing on the top tube, almost castrating myself in the process.

Somehow I kept it up, in what had to be one of the greatest saves of all time.

The happiness of staying upright soon wore off however – with no phone, money or chain I was stranded, in what was pretty much the outback.

After a long day, I eventually made it back home.

I stewed over the session and even tried completing it again on the turbo that night before cracking up.

I ended the day completely stressed out of my mind over not getting the session done.

Chill out for F*ck sake!

In hindsight, the ‘now me’ would tell the ‘old me’ to drink a bottle of concrete and harden the fuck up.

Sometimes you just need to know when it’s time to call it quits.

In essence ‘adapt and overcome’.

If you don’t stop it won’t help the subsequent days training either.

You’d be much better forgetting about it and moving forward with your plan.

Stick on the kettle, breath in deep and bloody forget about it!

Take home message.

Cycling is hard, sometimes you just need to harden up, get on with things and get the session done.

However on some days, when the luck or whatever it is, is against you, don’t beat yourself up about it accept it and move on with your plan.

Tell yourself, in-fact, convince yourself that this is not the start of a trend.

This is just you being smart enough to realise it just isn’t going to happen today.

It happens to all us amateur cyclists at some stage, at the end of the day we don’t have the luxury of having a team car following behind.

Finally, don’t try making up for lost sessions,

It doesn’t work, let it go and move forward.

Ciao,

Aaron Buggle

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