On group ride tonight I had two flats. On second one I waved group on - kiddingly threatening that they better not let me catch them.
It took a few minutes to change the flat and then I took up a hearty chase. The kind where you have to keep pushing past comfortable tempo - into prolonged leg burn and a bigger gear then you’d like.
I love the chase. The goal becomes simple, the throttle is wide open, and it’s your will and mind against the odds on which will break first.
Towards the end of the route I was seeing blinky lights as my body ached, eyes blinking out sweat and legs 10 layers deep in burn.
I was able to get into the back of the group with a kilometer to go. They weren’t throttling it, but it was satisfying to make it. My own little war to wage.