Cycling Is Like Childbirth!
I know for a fact, because she told me so, that after I had my daughter, I called my pregnant best friend at 2:30 in the morning and said, "Whatever you do, don't have your baby!" But when I think back on the experience now, it doesn't seem so bad.
Now when I got off my bike Saturday evening, after riding from 7:30 AM till 5:00 PM for my first 200k, my quads were toast and I couldn't stand for more than five minutes and I sat in my truck before driving home and wondered if it would be bad to call BF for a ride. I couldn't even muster the will to pack up my stuff and leave! I _remember_ thinking there was no way, then, that I could go another four hours which is what it would take to do 300k.
After a nice bath, though, and a couple glasses of wine, there I am on the computer looking for the next event. At that time, I was still leery of 300k, but reasoned that a 12 hour race would be just the ticket. Now two days later, there's the 300k marked on my calendar like I'm really going to do it.
Granted, I would have to invest in a real light. But there I am reading Long Distance Cycling, how they say after 200 miles, nothing changes, and I'm believing it! I'm thinking to myself, now, if I did a 300k brevet February 4th, could I do a 12 hour race two weeks later?
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??
All I know is, after doing the longest ride ever, Saturday, now it's Tuesday and I am peppy, rejuvenated, can't find a single sore spot on my body, and I'm ready to go further. I'm sick!
Nanci
