As I was riding today in the Albuquerque Century Tour de Cure I was tweeting and txting a friend who was also riding. This was a recap of my ride (stuff in parens is my commentary):
6AM 1 hr to ride time
7:55 13 miles down
9:10 30 miles in, have yet to see 2nd stop station
9:36 35 miles. 2nd rest stop. half way there. blood sugars holding up. still feeling good. starting to get hot.
10:46 42 miles in. out in the middle of nowhere. my joy is gone (had been riding for 7 miles at a 7-9mph pace in an atrocious headwind at this point, and there really was nothing out there, couldn’t even shortcut the route)
11:56 not done yet. 56 miles in. cramped up and hurtin. i want ice cream.
11:58 it’s really bad when riders are lookin for gas stations to get water
11:59 oh. but I got to go fast down a hill (37 mph) so I’m good and my blood sugars are still holding up
12:08PM 57 miles. rest stop 3
1:06 69 miles done. i do not want to see a bike for a very long time
1:47 ok. i’m all better now. & I look forward to the next time i see my bike. a rockstar (recovery, love that non-carbonated lemonade stuff) and a good positive convo with the race director fixed me
2:06 hahaha covered in salt. i think that means i had a good hard ride.
2:31 i have a salt stain on the crotch of my shorts. lol
3:47 my butt has “hey i was riding my bike for 69 miles” scrapes. that’s a first. (it actually isn’t my butt, it’s more like my thighs, and they hurt, and they’re not so much scraped as they are rubbed raw)
More in-depth posts to come soon, but I wanted to post this while it was fresh on the brain