I started road racing in 2015 with about a year's worth experience of cycling in my legs. Without mentioning the dreaded T-word, my bike experience up until that point was often sandwiched in between a swim and a run, with a few costume changes. I’d conquered the world of multisport (well, the regional world) and it was time to discriminate. Obviously I picked bikes.
All of a sudden I found myself on a strange quest to find my one true cycling discipline. I was certain that I would definitely-possibly-maybe be good at road racing. But then again, I’m more of a sprinter so perhaps I’d be better at track? Although, I do quite like cross-country running so there’s potential in cyclocross, right?! Sigh.
Much as I would have loved to test out all the viable disciplines, I had to consider the diminishing free space in the garage. And so, In typical fashion, I picked none of the above and opted to go for time trialling - a discipline which I am not particularly suited to, but one that I was curious about.
Where I come from (Essex), time trialling is a pretty big deal. We may only have one hill, but we boast quite a few of the fastest and flattest courses in the country. I was especially motivated to find out more about the event affectionately referred to as ‘The Race of Truth’. Was there more to time trialling than donning a strange pointy hat, and contorting yourself into as aero a position as your hips and back will allow, I wondered?