This past weekend, myself and several other athletes rode to the top of Mt. Hamilton. We had tried once before this year in March, but foul weather spoiled that attempt. It was also on that attempt, that myself and another athlete took a detour and I ended up crashing on a steep descent. Fortunately, the weather was on our side this time and I kept the rubber side down.

Excuse the attempted French pronunciation – I miss the tour. You’ll get ’em next year, Schleck.

As for the ride, there’s nothing daunting about the 18.5 miles to the observatory since the grade is fairly shallow, even though the total elevation gain is somewhere around 4,600 feet. Since the climb is sustained (it’s essentially a 3-part climb), it’s a great opportunity for long, steady efforts. Our group broke up within the first mile and we all found our own pace and regrouped at the top.

Not feeling like a daredevil, I started the descent on the conservative side – not going going full-bore into the corners or mashing the pedals once I was through an apex. My confidence descending grew as the descent continued and I eventually started ripping down the mountain. It’s always fun to see how long it takes to summit and how little time it takes to get down.

Afterwards, we met back at our coach’s place, had a BBQ, and watched the time-trial. Best of all, by the time everything was said and done, it was only 1 o’clock. Perfect for an afternoon nap! That, my friends, is a good training day.