SITS 2006, second man out on our team, and second lap overall. I was in the best biking shape I’ve ever been in, and was blasting out the lap, no-one had overtaken me and I was picking off numerous riders.
Then Nick Craig came past, sitting down whilst going uphill, when I was honking out the saddle. He was having a chat with another one of the elite riders, who was pedalling alongside. Effortless. I may as well have been stood off the bike and watching. They were on their third team lap, I was about halfway around our second, and the race had only been going about an hour.
I always benchmark that incident as the very definition of having my arse handed to me on a plate. When I thought I was good at something, and someone who’s actually good at it showed me up for being an imposter.