Humble Pie
Another opportunity to deal out some fredness on the local bike club today. The weather man promised warm temps, so even though it was only a little over sixty degrees this morning, I left the house with bare arms, bare legs and my Shimano sandals.
The sandals garnered a few comments, as they always do. A few people commented that at least I would have a cooler tan!
The C group ride was supposed to be in the neighborhood of sixty miles, a bit over my head, but I was up for a challenge. So I thought, anyway. There were a couple climbs involved, another thing I haven't tackled much of since coming back. I've ridden the most worrisome climb a million times, years ago, so I had a pretty good idea how to attack it.
We left out of the meeting place and maintained a decent pace... Not fast, but not slow, either. Like last time, I hung out at the back and just enjoyed the ride. I introduced myself to a couple riders I didn't know and just had a nice time. As we approached the climb I was worried about, I looked at it and realized it wasn't near as scary as I remembered. I geared down and actually passed a couple riders on the way up. I made it past the false summit and was still in pretty good shape. My legs were fine, but my lungs started giving out. I just couldn't take in enough air, but I was near enough to the top, it didn't matter.
There were a few more climbs on the route and we covered areas I know I have ridden before, but has developed so much, I found myself lost a few times, until I saw a familiar landmark. Mostly, I had no clue where we were. By the time we got to the trail head of the SART, I was tired, but feeling pretty good. The ride leader gave the crew the green light to ride at their own pace until the next regroup at the bathrooms. I hung on pretty good as they opened it up and arrived at the restrooms right behind the lead pack.
Not long after leaving the restrooms, the bottom fell out of my fitness wagon. I was nearing my high mileage mark, so it could have been partly mental, but for whatever reason, I was losing my steam. The lead pack opened up a gap and I couldn't close it. In fact, the gap only widened. I was alone, far behind the lead pack, yet a fair distance from the two stragglers behind me. I started thinking about tapping out.
I knew I could probably make it home, but I also knew I would be done for the day, if I did. I probably wouldn't get off the couch until time to go to church tomorrow and I had things to do. So, I did what I had to do. I pulled over to the side, called my wife and asked her to meet me at the trail head.... With some protein. She is a keeper. We all regrouped at the trailhead and I informed the ride leader I was tapping out at that point. I had 53 miles in, which is about 12 over my best. We also had climbed more than I had done and we held a pretty good pace a good part of the day. I didn't hang my head. As the afternoon wore on, I realized what a good decision it had been. I think I got a little behind the 8 ball on hydration, maybe. I was drinking all day, but maybe not enough. We hit nearly 80 degrees today, so warmer that usual and working like I was, I think I didn't drink enough. I've been replenishing since I got home.
It was a great day to be a Fred. I saw a pair of Bachettas on the bike path and if that wasn't cool enough, I met a velomobile coming the other direction. That guy was moving, too!
Mark