And So It Begins…
I went for my first ride today, just to get an idea of where I’m at and where I have to get to in my quest to ride in Tour De Cure. I managed my 8.5 miles. Did it in 50 minutes. I averaged 10.25 mph. Which is a good beginning.
I would’ve ridden further but I seriously thought I was going to die. I shouldn’t have gone riding, but I have a point to prove, I can do this, I can ride the 35 miles even with my diabetes. Of course, starting the ride with a blood sugar of 305 and already being dehydrated and nauseous, not such a good idea.
I figure that at about 2 miles I was ready to die. All of like 12 minutes into my ride. But I kept going because I needed to get to a point where I knew I could figure out my distance, so I continued another 2 miles and then some. Because I got to a major road and that distance would be marked on some website.
I turned myself around, continued riding back to whence I came, and got all of about 5 minutes before I seriously had to pull over because I thought I was going to vomit. Bad times. I didn’t vomit, but I should’ve, I would’ve felt a whole lot better.
I finally got back to the open space where I started, my blood sugar had dropped to 120, a perfect number, and my arse hurt. This is my beginning. I have to get to a point where I can ride for more than 1 hour at the same speed that I currently go. Then I can increase my speed. Again, if I can do my 3 hours of 12 mph in NM, I believe I’ll have no problems in CA.
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