le Mont Saint Martin

When I first started college, I joined the cycling team. I had never road biked before, but had done a lot of mountain biking and didn't think it would be that different. I turned out to be pretty far off the mark on that one. My style of mountain biking was anything but sustained. I would go all out for a few minutes then find a suitable descent and repeat for a few hours. The result was zero endurance, and a pretty serious spanking when I first started the endurance hungry sport of road racing. To be honest, I never was much good at it, and didn't even manage to finish many races because I was constantly getting dropped. I also seemed to crash frequently because of my lack of skill with toe clips. For all the failure and road rash though, I loved the daily team rides through the fall colors of New England, and the speed and teamwork of a mini peleton (when I wasn't crashing into rear wheels).

I started cycling in earnest again this spring after a long lapse, and am loving it: hills, flatland, rollers -- I love it all, even on low output days when it feels like my wheels are flat and melting into the asphalt. Yesterday I took the small road up to le Mont Saint Martin directly out of le Fontanil because I had heard so much about it. The word that I heard the most in association with the climb was 'steep', and it did not disappoint. There are *really* steep sections, and for all of my newfound love of biking, I found myself cursing my lack of power. Even in the cold air, sweat was pouring down my face and stinging my eyes, my heart rate was pegged and my legs were feeling like Jello. "Just how F@#$ing steep IS this?", I thought to myself. After twelve or so switchbacks, I actually asked a couple walking their dog whether it was far to the top. The man cocked his head in a look of pity and seemed to be forming a 'Oui' with his mouth, but then thought better of it, shook his head, said "Non.", and followed it with an "Allez!". Despite the pain, it was a beautiful ride -- full fall colors, chestnuts on the ground and blue water streaked limestone cliffs. The descent was a tad fast for my taste though.