Saturday, Sept. 9th rides
Did anyone ride? Well, didja? :D
After about two months of family things, my observatory schedule, the state fair and just bad timing, Kano and I finally got out on a ride together. We went out on our local group ride out through Deep Canyon. Despite the name, Deep Canyon wasn't as deep as one might think. As it turned out it ended up being a bit over twenty-eight miles of rolling hills; short and steep ones, just how I like them.
A dozen or so of us showed up for the ride and I don't think Karen had problems finding me, as I was sporting Amici Veloci colors. Rather distinctive, I'd say! First thing she says? "That's what I want!" Now whether she was oogling my bike or my jersey, I'm not sure, but I will be sure to keep an eye on both on the next ride! :D
After a quick run down of the route and meet up points, we were off. I think the tone of our ride was set a quarter mile out from the starting point, as my front derailleur decided to be finicky and not shift to the second cog. After a bit of cussing and coaxing, it went where I wanted it to, but I think an adjustment is definately in order! Apparently I wasn't the only one having shifting problems; Karen had the opposite problem and couldn't get into her lower gears. Well, that didn't bode well on a hilly ride. She made it though.
Despite shifty issues, the ride went well. The hills were fun, quail were plentiful, the people chatty and friendly. Best yet, the smoke in the area wasn't as bad as it had been this last week. I am looking forward to the next ride.
Oh, and apparently gravity is still working in western Idaho, just ask Karen's hubby! ;) He got his new-to-clipless fall out of the way at our last meet up point. Luckliy, bike nor body were injured.
Same planet, different worlds
Rode with DH today. Did a 27 mile route we call "The French Countryside" because it meanders through this one nice rural section with horses and bluebirds and reminds DH of what the French Countryside should look like - not that either of us have been there. Yet.
We name all our routes. We're wierd that way.
Anyway, DH is not a very chatty kind of guy on the bike. I've learned to deal with it and if I want conversation, I ride with a girlfriend or coworker.
So we're heading up Browns Bridge Rd, a long slog of a hill into Howard County. I'm in front, and as usual, have a billion things going through my head as I ponder my predicament:
1. OOooooo, stitch in my side.
2. Pedal, pedal, pedal. Must. Maintain. Cadence.
3. Why the heck to I always try to go up this hill so dang fast?
4. Ugh, cadence. Cadence. Cadence.
5. Can't.
6. Oh, why do I always try to go up this hill so dang fast? That lady we passed on this road last week seemed perfectly happy to go up this hill slowly. Why can't I be like her?
7. I'll never be able to keep up this pace.
8. Ugh.
9. Why is he staying on my wheel? Why won't he pass me and leave me to die on the side of the road?
10. I think I'm gonna keel over. Right here.
Then, a chipper voice comes from behind me....."Nice pace."
Arrrrggghhhh!!!!
sometimes, its not about pushing the limits
but knowing them... I got a bad cold last week that peaked around Tues/Wed of this week - the kind of cold where you zonk out the minute you're not doing anything, and feel generally miserable. It was a sneezing/sore throat kind of cold.
I had planned to do the 50 mile of a local century ride for a while, but I knew I was/am not still better yet. I went to bed last night unsure of if I'd even ride, but when I woke up this am, I figured I'd give it a shot anyway...
Ever the optimist, I signed up for the 50 and off I went. I was riding with a couple I did not know (just met that am at the start), but they wanted to go faster than the 14.5 pace that I was barely hanging onto panting heavily, so I suggested they go ahead. A bunch of other riders passed me as well. This shouldn't have been bad ordinarily, so I sort of knew I might not be ready for this kind of ride at that point. As I started up a long hill a few miles after the 25-50 split, I couldn't get my breath at all, and I couldn't clear my throat from the stuff in it either. Had a moment of uh oh, I might faint on the bike! Ya, it was not optimal. So I pulled over, caught my breath and decided the smarter thing to do was to turn around and pick up the 25 course and not make myself sicker. I also decided it was better to slow down my pace, and try to enjoy it rather than be miserable.
I ended up doing 30 miles in lieu of 50. But I take consolation in knowing that I rode the majority of the miles on my own (not a soul on the 25 mile course, for whatever reason), and I have never done a ride alone! I had a fun (well, to the extent that I was not uncomfortable) ride and I really enjoyed the scenery, thru a National wildlife refuge at one point. I also figure that 30 miles elevated my heart as much if not more than 50 @ normal health... heh.
And finally, I am still hopeful that for next weekend's club ride (different club century) I could go for a longer distance, if this darn thing will go away.
Anyway, not my best ride, but still better than not going. And I learned a few lessons along the way...