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09-04-06, 04:59 PM
Our club didn't have an organized ride today so I sent out an E-mail to our local listserve and got a pretty sizeable group to come out and do a 64 mile ride. In honor of the ride I filled a cooler with Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, Sierra Nevada Stout, and, in honor of Lance, Shiner Bock.
It is still really hot here in North Florida and I could not seem to drink enough to stay ahead of the sweat. We had planned a meal stop in Thomasville, Georgia but, when we got there, the restaurant was closed. I had eaten my single Clif bar and my one tube of GU earlier in the ride, not realizing that I would have to make it the last 20 miles on cookies and Gatorade from a convenience store.
By the time we got to within about five miles of the end of the ride I was feeling sick to my stomach and getting chilled. I had drunk three 20 ounce bottles of Gatorade and three bottles of water and was still getting dehydrated. Normally the thought of a beer at the end of a hot ride would be great, but by the time we got done all I could think about was getting some more water down. I really had no desire to drink a beer and was concerned about how even one beer would hit me in my condition since I still had to drive home. They don't call me One Beer Dick for nothing.
Another rider who finished before I did just posted to the local listserve that he had bonked really badly. I remember now why we quit doing that ride. It's a killer. At least my buds didn't drink all of the beer and I have a lttle left to help me enjoy the Florida State/Miami game tonight.
It is still really hot here in North Florida and I could not seem to drink enough to stay ahead of the sweat. We had planned a meal stop in Thomasville, Georgia but, when we got there, the restaurant was closed. I had eaten my single Clif bar and my one tube of GU earlier in the ride, not realizing that I would have to make it the last 20 miles on cookies and Gatorade from a convenience store.
By the time we got to within about five miles of the end of the ride I was feeling sick to my stomach and getting chilled. I had drunk three 20 ounce bottles of Gatorade and three bottles of water and was still getting dehydrated. Normally the thought of a beer at the end of a hot ride would be great, but by the time we got done all I could think about was getting some more water down. I really had no desire to drink a beer and was concerned about how even one beer would hit me in my condition since I still had to drive home. They don't call me One Beer Dick for nothing.
Another rider who finished before I did just posted to the local listserve that he had bonked really badly. I remember now why we quit doing that ride. It's a killer. At least my buds didn't drink all of the beer and I have a lttle left to help me enjoy the Florida State/Miami game tonight.