I went for a 40 mile ride today. It's pretty warm. I ate a solid breakfast (my usual 2 eggs + toast on a bed of lettuce). I brought a banana and 2 bottles of water.

When the 2 bottles were empty I stopped at a house and asked for water. He had a filter spigot. I ate the banana.

We stopped at the top of a hill. I had 1/2 a bottle left. I drank some of it and poured the rest over myself. I knocked on the door of the house and asked for a refill. She gave me ice. I was very hungry.

Only a few miles to go. I was weak and faint with hunger. I wasn't very thirsty. I drank a little and poured more water on myself. That helped.

The other 2 riders turned off. Only 2 miles left. I felt so weak. Suddenly I went from weak and hungry to "OMG I'm going to throw up". I pulled over and leaned my bike up against a tree. I sat down. I waited for the nausea to pass. And the dizziness.

I waited. And I waited. I was next to the parking lot of an urgent care clinic... I wondered if I should call my husband to pick me up. That seemed silly, only one mile away.

Then a friend pulled up. He'd recognized my bike and stopped to say hi. Of course he gave me a ride home.

Sadly, my favorite part of the ride, eating non stop for hours, is ruined. Couple hour later now, at home, lying down in the cool, the nausea is gone and the dizziness mostly gone. But I'm only able to nibble.

Lesson: Water is not enough to prevent heat injury! Next time I'll pack more food.