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| Right in the middle of the lane. What a dick. |
Sweat was pouring down off of me onto the bike as I closed my eyes, got out of my seat and hammered the pedals. The gate was in sight just a few hundred yards ahead and I was in a dead sprint trying to outrun a shifty Canadian who had slid in behind me mid way through the climb. I was pedaling as hard as I could in the highest gear for what felt like an eternity. I looked up in time to see the other rider edge over the line just ahead of me. But my disappointment was short lived as I realized I had set a personal best on the climbing segment. So much for my planned "recovery ride". Just another morning on Zwift.
