Well, I guess everyone eventually has this happen, was my turn. Rode in my 4th RAIN ride yesterday with not such a good result. We started at 7 A.M. in 74deg and 80% humidity. I felt fine, well rested and ready to go. I went out strong near the front, and got in a group running around 24MPH average through the first 60 miles.
My SAG crew of the wife and daughters met me on U.S. 40 just before I made the turn to head around Indianapolis. Got fresh bottles and headed off again. I'd been eating, and taking Endurolytes at regular intervals. Ran mostly solo for the next 20 miles, temps by now around 85-90.
Caught another group and by the time I reached the lunch stop in Franklin, IN (91 mi.), I was still on a 23 mph pace, even sitting thru a few traffic signals. Met my crew at the lunch stop for bottles, and off again. Didn't feel as good as I had at mile 60 (last bottles), but not terrible.
As I started off again, temps were now in the 90+ range, and this part of the route was out in full sun. Close to mile 100, I knew my time was off by about 4 minutes from last year, and suddenly it became a big effort to push the pedals. Kept pushing along, but now the sweat was pouring off, noticed my bib had salt crystals on my quads, and by now had gone through a bottle and a half in about ten miles.
I still had about twelve miles left to go to the next meet with my crew, and now started feeling cramps in my calves, lower quads, and in the arch of my feet. Went another 5 miles, where there was a Quick Mart, so I stopped to get another bottle of water to get me over the hump, still feeling pretty bad. Another rider had stopped as well, and obviously was having issues with the heat. He'd bought a gallon jug of cold water, and was filling his bottles and pouring it over his head. He offered to douse me and I accepted. That cold water almost made me pass out from the shock. I got water, filled my bottles, and limped to the next meet as the route returned to U.S.40.
My wife and girls were waiting there with fresh Heed bottles, and I stopped to get them. Immediately, my calves, quads, and arches seized up. I got very nauseous, and pretty dizzy as well. Sitting down only felt worse. I was cooked.
In that last 20 miles, my average dropped from 23 to 20MPH. I've NEVER not finished an event, this was a TOUGH pill to swallow, but my bride reminded me that heat stoke and a hospital stay or worse was not a wise choice for a husband with two teen-aged daughters. Not sure why this happened, I was very good about fluids, food, and electrolytes. I've certainly got the necessary miles in this year. Just a lesson I guess, that it CAN happen to any of us.