…is that *every* roadie tries to chase you when you pass them. 50 pound overweight dudes, 60 year old ladies, tri-geeks, Cat1 studs, it doesn’t matter, it seems. If I pass them, their own pace/training plan gets immediately thrown out the window and I have to spend the next 5 minutes sprinting to get them off my wheel (I really dislike having people draft me who I don’t know/am not intentionally riding with).
So long story short, my 2 hour “spin” yesterday turned into a sprint workout, because it was 55 degrees and everyone and their mother was out riding. C’est la vie, I suppose. I will either get in great shape or collapse.