broken goggles. leaking goggles. stomach ache. just wrong. barely got half done.
Details from Saturday's ride (aka botched century):
Okay, here’s the story. i started out nice and easy for the first hour of the ride on Saturday. I was following a couple other people who got started before me. At the 60min mark, I start the z2-z3 interval and pass them all quickly. Then the heavy rain rolls in, but I’m doing fine, following the orange arrows and making all the turns. Or so I think. Apparently, somewhere after the first rest stop (which I skipped because it was barely 25mi into the ride), I started following WRONG orange arrows. Needless to say, I didn’t see the rest stop at 34mi, or 55mi either. I was getting a little nervous about refilling my bottles because things weren’t unfolding as planned. Finally, I stop at an old farmhouse and a nice elderly man fills my bottles with water. Good thing, too! I was getting a little light-headed. Luckily, I was smart enough to pack an extra bar, and 3-4 extra gels that would get me through. I was obviously a little out of it, though, because it was getting hot and I only had the guy fill up 2 bottles. Dumb move. Needless to say, I’m horribly lost (but still following little orange arrows all over the countryside), and I’m nowhere near the lunch stop. People I talk to don’t even know where Greenville, IL is!! That’s typically not good. To add insult to injury, I see a bunch of riders… and then realize they’re on the Tour de Donut. Their course is marked well, and they’re at least getting fucking donuts for the money they paid! Me? I get nothing. Things were thrown, words were said. I was not a very happy camper about 75 miles in when somebody told me that Greenville was about 20mi down hiway 140. okay, great, so I ride a ways, stop at a gas station to steal some ice from the soda machine. That was a good idea, at least! A guy there tells me Greenville is about 30 miles away. Shit, it’s getting farther away. What a cruel ride this is. And it’s near 90F now, and I’ve got 2 gels left. I’m doing lots of calculations in my head trying to figure out when I should take my last fuel sources, and I’m checking out how I feel. Other than a little frustrated, I was actually fine. I think those Thermolytes were a lifesaver, because I only had 2 bottles of Gatorade all day. I took gels more frequently to replace those calories as best I could, though. So I head off to what I think is a 30mi ride back to the starting point, and I’m happy to see a sign that says, “Greenville 23.” Woohoo! It was flat, and fast, and I covered those last miles in about an hour. I took my last gel about 20 minutes from the end, and then sat up and spun easily for a bit. I was so glad to be done. Finished with a 19.2mph avg after riding over 107miles with 5:35 of actual riding time. I’m incredibly lucky that I only had to ride a little extra. I was so freaking far away from where I was supposed to be, it was stoopid.
easy spin to flush out the legs. inside of my right knee hurts pretty badly. feels like a bruise, but i know i didn't hit it on anything. it started aching about 90 miles in the long ride this weekend. grrr.
damn that was a long swim. it was tough because i felt a little drained from saturday's efforts. i really hit a hit point about 3k into it, but then started to fade towards the end. i was happy for this one to be over. had to keep talking myself out of shaving a few hundred yards off the total. i'm proud that i stuck it out.
good little run off the bike. i'm curious about what miles 3-26.2 will feel like, but i'm happy with the way the first go! haha :)
The short story is that I started off great, then started following the wrong orange arrows, then started to get lost, then started to get thirsty, then I found myself about 35 miles off the beaten path... and somehow only ended up riding an extra 7 miles.
in the pool of course. i'll actually be able to run the 2.4miles in the Ohio.
...ahh.... gotta love that classic aqua-jogger's high we're all after that we read about so often. yum.
Suck on that, Ohio River!
Longest swim of my short-but-illustrious career. Feels good.
same drill as last time. run to the pool, water-jog, run home.
it's HARD work to work hard in the pool. it seems to take a ton of effort to get the HR even up in the 120's... which is theoretically equivalent to running on the road at about 130's... which isn't high enough! hmmmm.