The tour of Cyprus is a 4 days stage race each stage is around 100 km, and includes a 30 km timing section. My team mates and myself have been training hard for this event, and we were dying to benchmark ourselves against Elite Class regional riders.
It is also important to highlight that this was my first international race and my first open road race as well.
I made it to Cyprus on Wednesday March 24th, on that same day we unpacked our bikes and went for a warming ride. The weather was hot but a bit windy though. On that day, I recall eating like I never ate before. We needed to load on carbs, especially that the first stage was a tough 115 km, with 2365m of total ascent. So we ate and ate and ate like there were no tomorrow. Dinner was not any better.
The next day we woke up pretty early, had my usual porridge breakfast and head out on the roads.
We rolled at an easy pace out of Larnaca, but as soon as we hit the first slopes, the entire peloton exploded, all because of the Katusha continental riders. It took only 3 Russian riders to butcher the remaining 60 riders. I was happy to be with the front group selection, I thought that everything was going great... But my legs thought otherwise! And so 60 km into the stage, I started cramping, and cramps I had till the very last meter! Lost a lot of precious time, despite all the efforts that my team mates put in trying to help me stretch. That day I lost more than 16 precious minutes... At the end of the day, all I could think about is that I was happy the stage was over! Just for the record: That day I burned more than 3800 Kcal.
The second stage was a bit better, no cramps but unfortunately had a flat tire at the beginning of the timing section. It cost me around 2 precious minutes. Luckily I have found my climbing legs and managed to catch almost the entire peloton, including my 3 team mates. Finished 15th or 16 th on that stage.
The third stage was my best so far, I managed to stick with the front group and pulled out a decent 13th position against the finest rider of the peloton.
That night we had an interview with a Belgian and a Dutch cycling magazines; both of them were interested to know more about cycling in Lebanon.
Stage 4 was another unlucky stage, where I missed the split of the peloton in the cross winds, and ended up in the gutter with a bunch of other unfortunate riders. I managed to drop my companions 13 km into the stage, but was never able to catch a peloton flying at an average speed of 56 km/h.... On that day I ended loosing another 2 minutes 54 seconds.
All in all, I would sum up the experience as a positive one. Managed to match the climbing pace of the strongest riders in the peloton, but was no where close to their overall racing experience. How could I when here in Lebanon we race 5 times a year, while they do more than 30 races a year!