Is it kosher to say that you completed a 25 mile ride when you spend at least a couple of those miles walking your bike up hills?![]()
Yesterday was the Solvang Prelude, and I’m very proud to say that I actually did cross the finish line of my first 25 mile ride. But oh my goodness, I have never been so tired in my life! The ride was rated as “easy”, but if that's easy, then pigs can fly!
I managed to get up and down the pretty, rolling terrain until we hit this hill right before the sag stop. I was so tired already that there was no way I was getting up to the top on my bike. So, I walked. No big deal, I'm thinking . . . I'm sure the rest of the course will be easier . . . HAH!
A volunteer at the sag stop says there's a hill right after the stop, some rollers, and then one bigger hill right before getting back into Solvang. He said he thought they weren't too bad. HAH! I walked up that first hill after the sag stop, I walked up 2 or 3 of the rollers, and I walked up the at least 4 hills (not 1, darn it, 4) on the last 2 miles into Solvang. So, walking counts, right?
I'm sure to more seasoned riders, my hills were mere inclines. But, geesh, they were hills to me. My friends were supportive and stayed with me on my very, very pokey pace. They rode up the hills and waited for me at the top, and they even stayed with me near the end when all I could manage was a blistering speed of 6 mph on the flats.
Amazingly, I'm not sore today. I learned that Clif Shot Bloks are my friends, and that actually training for a ride might be a good idea. I can't quite say it was "fun", but I'm ready to try it again.![]()