But Togo, being Togo, felt that the Cape Rouleur was already within my capabilities and that I needed to strive for a bigger, better goal: the Cape Town Cycle Tour, a gruelling 109km race and 1220m of climbing along the Cape Peninsula.
Training for the Cape Town Cycle Tour
I have no idea how he did it but Togo knew exactly what type of training was going to work well for me. He helped me discover that I’m a power athlete:
The harder Togo worked me, the more I loved it. He intuitively knew the physiological changes I needed to make in order to get stronger, a distinctive departure from every other coach I’ve ever had before.
Some days I smashed my training goals. Other days were tough and I couldn’t train. Whatever the day I was having, Togo was there, supporting and encouraging me whilst pushing me to achieve what he knew I could.
My goal for the Cape Town Cycle Tour was 3h15 at 33.4 km/h.
The Day of the Big Race
When the day arrived, I huddled in my start pen with 150 other riders.
Though my nerves were shot, legs heavy and stomach churning, Togo had prepared me well and I told myself that all I needed to do was sit on the wheels.
When the gun went off and we surged forward, my legs screamed at me. Luckily I knew my body well enough to know that it takes about 50km to warm up properly, so I just dug deep and pedalled.