

After a solid warm up and a fun sprint set, the main set consists of 4x5' - where those 5' are 4' of climbing (big gear work) following by a 1' descent (fast hard spinning). Troy is sneaky, sneaky, sneaky in this one - you make it through the first rep feeling pretty good. Solid. Strong. Ditto on the second set. And now you see the pattern forming - we'll be standing in Big/12 for the last 30 seconds of each climb rep - that's after a solid 3.5 minutes of hard big gear work. Ok, got it. During the third set he's upping the intensity and you are standing more often, or worse, sitting in Big/12 while keeping your cadence up (for you non cyclists out there, that hurts). I finish the third set literally just DRIPPING with sweat, my lungs heaving, chugging my water. One more to go. 5 minutes of serious business. Ok, I got this.
Then Troy gets mean. He looks all cute and preppy in his khaki shorts and polo top, but don't let that fool you - he's clearly a mean bastard at heart..... The last rep is almost all standing, right from the get go. We move around from Big/15 to Big/12, but we are standing. Some brief seated work, but only as a tease, really. Half way in, and I am saying bad, bad things out loud to my beloved Coach Troy as my legs are begging for mercy. At the time, I truly mean it when I'm yelling at him to "F&%K OFF!" as he yells at me to keep my cadence up, to stay on that wheel in front of me, to keep pushing up that hill. But I don't back off, no, I do as he says, as I think about climbing Gates Pass and Mt. Lemmon at his training camp in March. I need this. I hate his guts at this moment, but I need this so I do as I'm told. The set finishes with a strong downhill minute, and when it's finally over I happily sit up to soft pedal and towel off for our minute of glorious recovery before the last sprinting set. I'm dizzy, I'm breathing as my good friend Claire describes so eloquently "like a fat girl in gym class," and I can barely see straight.
It's going to be a great day.