There comes a moment, every time I'm doing intervals on the turbo—every time—where I realise I'm getting in my own way.
The timer has started, I've upped the gears, stuck the music on louder, maybe got up out of the saddle at first, before slumping back down. I'm pedalling harder and my heart rate has started to go through the roof.
I hit my target power. Now to hold it there. Cruise in the zone.
But I'm not cruising at all. I'm fighting it.