As we drove the windy roads through the beautiful multi coloured fields and medieval towns of Tarragona, I was both excited and nervous to be racing my first Elite Spanish road race.
I had always liked the hillier courses in England being a smaller rider and felt I struggled to get any advantage over the bigger riders over the short hills. So I was optimistic. But I was also aware of the 130Km, 2300m climbing, 30 degree heat and 150 strong peloton that would line up at the start. LOL.
As we arrived at the starting town we realised many of the streets were closed off for the race. When we parked we saw a car being towed away which had obviously ignored the “no parking” signs put up especially.
The atmosphere was electric; pumping music, teams warming up, having team talks and eying each other up. This is it I thought, I have made it!
The sun beamed down on us as we waited to start behind a chain of 20 motorcycles and 3 cars. The team cars waited behind. I was shocked by the amount of support. We pulled off and the pace was fast but I managed, even on the hills. The locals came out onto the street to cheer us on, people of all ages for the love of cycling.
These guys knew how to handle their bikes and we descended quickly but as a unit. I ran out of water and took a sticky bottle from another teams car.
I was proud to finish that day, even if it was mid pack. Afterwards massages were on offer along with light refreshments. Everyone laughed and joked, telling their own personal tails from the days unfolding. I knew I would be coming back for more.
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