Walking out of the DT tonight, the sunset was gorgeous. It’s one of the reasons I love living here. It’s a different kind of beauty. I wish I could explain it. I guess you have to be here.
I know I should feel great for simply being able to finish this race, but I’m not. Halfway through I almost quit. I somehow summoned enough courage or insanity to finish and practically limped in. Time was way more than what I thought it would be.
Granted, I got intense cramps in my calves 4 miles into the race. I was probably dehydrated. I didn’t get as much sleep as I would have liked the night before. I had never ridden the entire course before this. Hell, I had never ridden more than about 11 miles on a mountain bike on singletrack AT ONE TIME BEFORE. And I parked at the finish and rode 3.5 miles to the start, on TOP of the 16 mile route.
Still, I hate it when I suck at something. I guess I just need to ride more and try it again next year.
Chain Drive race is tomorrow morning. I picked up my race packet tonight. A local woman was riding the 32 mile course last week, hit a boulder and cracked some vertebrae. I’m not worried that the course is beyond my technical ability. If anything, I just know I’m not in the shape I wish I was; I am sure 16 miles is going to kick my ass.
I had looked up results from last year’s race for my age category and at one point, figured I could place pretty well. Well, it’s been almost two weeks since I’ve been on the bike, so I’m going to just try to make it through and have a good time.
Just please don’t let me be the last one finishing.
For reasons unknown I had it in my head that today’s run had to be 5 miles. I did my 3 miles yesterday, but underestimating the loop, I ended up logging about 4.5, which left me feeling completely drained. How out of shape am I?
Anyway, for that reason I was just dreading getting out and running. I also have to ride my bike down to Hancock to meet Scott, and the route I’m going to take is approx. 20 miles. Another reason I was dreading a longer run.
Then I looked at the schedule and saw that I only have to run three. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to only have to run THREE miles.
I haven’t ridden a road bike in so long that I had forgotten what it was like to fly.
Today’s ride: about an hour
Distance: 18.35 mi
Avg speed: 16.6 mph
Max speed: 27.1(!) mph
I started out slowly so that I could get the feel for the bike. I also decided to stick to the highway for a simple out and back. Having never gone more than a few blocks on the bike, I was a little paranoid the thing was going to blow both tires, fall apart and leave me stranded in the middle of nowhere. So I stuffed my saddle bag with levers, a spare tube, my bike tool, patches, CO2 inflator, my Treo, my ID, $10, and my windbreaker, even though it was sunny and 60 out.
Did I mention I’m a tad paranoid?
Thankfully, I didn’t use anything in the saddle bag, managed to pull my water bottle out of the cage without crashing the bike, stayed upright despite a crappy crosswind that seemed to follow me wherever I went, and made it back in one piece. Unfortunately, when you ride on US-41, you’re more concerned about not getting run off the road by cars zooming by at 65mph (speed limit is 55), so you’re not taking in too much scenery.
So I have some homework: drive around and figure out which roads are paved that would make good road ride routes. There won’t be a shortage; there are so many awesome places to ride up here. I just found out today that the highway was not one of them.