Join Date: Sep 2009
Bikes: Cannondale Adventure 400; 1983 Trek 620; Bilenky Ti Tourlite
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Well, this is a few hours after the ride: the point at which The Historian posts pictures and tells of us his victories, or Mr Beanz shows us videos of the mountains he's climbed.
Me? I get to share with you texts I sent my husband.
9:13 AM. 7.2 miles in. "Gently rolling hills" -- jesus h tapdancing christ!
10:54 AM. 18.8 miles, first rest stop. Next stop isn't till 44 mi. Someone else is getting SAGged in, and I wouldn't want her to feel like she's the only one.
Somewhere around mile 15, I seemed to be playing tag with a group of 3 riders on road bikes. They'd pass me on the uphill; I'd rejoin them on the downhill. One of them called out, "Are you still having fun?" I answered, "Yes -- we're going downhill!"
I knew intellectually that I had been neglecting part of my physical education; but to have it demonstrated so clearly to me was a bit humbling.
No, the really humbling part is that I don't even feel tired right now. Why would I feel tired? I only rode about 2 miles farther than my daily commute. But at the time, the thought of one more "gently rolling" hill was making my calves quiver in fear.
If there had been more rest stops, or if the 50 mile route (the one I had set out on) had intersected the 27 mile route, I might have gone farther. But as it was, when I was offered a way to get back to the starting line that didn't require my calves cramping up, I thankfully grabbed it.