I had an "OK" 20 mile ride with my friend yesterday. I took her on part of the club ride I did Wednesday. It was warm and very, very windy. We had one big climb near the beginning of the ride and I just about was blown off of my bike as I got to the top of the hill. One good thing was that I found a new street to ride on, as an alternate to one that is all torn up.
Lots of cyclists out. At one point, we were on a street that the Bruce Freeman Rail Trail crosses. The people on the trail have a stop sign. I approached and saw I could ride faster than the riders on the trail, who were approaching the stop sign and I had a feeling wouldn't stop. My friend, who was behind me a little, almost crashed into a rider from the trail who blew through the stop sign; she gave him a piece of her mind!
My legs were burning, and every sports injury I've ever had I felt on this ride. On Saturday we led a 30 mile ride for AMC... the slower people who had signed up didn't show, and I was, let's say "dropped," even though I was the sweep. DH and the group waited for me at one point, and I did stick with them for the middle part of the ride, including the big climb. But, at the end, I just couldn't do it. I was furious at my DH, which is most unusual, and embarrassed in front of my son and his very close friend since age 7, who came on the ride.
Of course, the fact that I was quite sick all morning, before the ride, in the bathroom, had something to do with it... I had to fill up with Pepto, to even get to the start. Then there were the 30 mph wind gusts, and the fact I got caught at 2 lights at the beginning. Still, I am disgusted with myself. One part of me says who cares, and the other is upset, since up to this point, I was very happy with my progress at the beginning of the season.