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BZ got sagged in from a ride - first time in 2000+ miles, I think! ETA - I did get sagged down Mt. Diablo for a broken spoke - but this is the furst time the rider, not the bike, couldn't continue!)
What Trek said about the heat! My car said 103 in Walnut Creek - I think it was hotter down in Dublin.
Coming up the slight grade out of Dublin on San Ramon Blvd, my HR went up, which wasn't entirely unexpected. Unfortunately I could not get it back down again, no matter how slow I rode. I was up over 190 for a while, pedaling gently along at 12 mph. Hmmm - my HR never got that high even going up Mt Diablo - what's going on here? Could it be the HEAT??
When I started to feel weird and chilled and goose-bumpy, I thought to myself, "Hey - maybe it's time to call it a day!" Thank goodness for my good friend Chip and his El Camino to the rescue! Thank also to Cindy for hanging back with me, and for the other gals (didn't catch everyone's names) checking in too.
Lessons from today:
1. BikerZ is to heat as oil is to water.
2. No one (and I mean NO ONE) is as tough as CindySue!
I got in about 31 miles, and burned a whopping 4500 calories!
Nice bunch of cyclists, and it was great to see Cindy again after her vacation. And it's always good to see Dachshund and Trek420.
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Yikes!! Glad everyone is okay. Sounds like it was a hot ride this morning!
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I finished, but in hindsight, I wish I'd taken BART. It was 103 in the shade, so I hate to think how hot it was on top of that road. My 'pooter said 46 miles at the end.
I did better after the fountain break, but on that slight uphill (in normal temps we wouldn't have noticed) I started getting low on water again. I rode with Karen (don't think she posts here) and we stopped at the first gas station. I bought as much water as I could carry back out. We sat in the shade for a loooooong time, drinking and pouring water on our heads. The rest of our small group came by, then Z came by in her ride home, with a big smile. We admired the bump that Cindysue had developed on her shoulder. "Yep, it's swollen."
That water break got me all the way back. But the last 10 miles were kind of torture. Many curse words about how F'ing hot it was. It took me two hours to feel normal after I got home.
So, note to self, if it's going to be in the 90's, no riding through the noon hour. Live and learn.
As usual, it was a very nice group of women. It's always a pleasure to meet such nice people.
My bonus: I stepped in chewing gum at the last break, and just got done scraping it out of my cleat. :eek:
