Random thoughts

Last week's 300k was a rewarding experience. I rode it alone and though I have to confess that spent part of the afternoon hours talking to my shadow (till sunset, obviously) this day will always evoke fond memories to me. Where was the critical point? The climb to Prades? No. Perhaps the "seven sisters" past la Granadella? Closer but... no again. The turning point of the Brevet and I'd like to fancy that of the BPB was the last control at the Coll de la Portella when , with darkness falling and shaken by a gale-like wind, suddenly realized I was getting really pressed for the time . Not only was I able to navigate in the dark (with a "negligible" exception in Igualada) but spinned steadily regaining minute after minute. The last climb (Coll d'Odena) just 20 km to the finish was graced by heavy rain and to my disappointment, when I reached the finish nobody was waiting for me. But the fact, what really mattered, was some kind of mental switch that took place along the last 70 km. For the first time during all this months of training I felt different as if I had crossed an invisible line.