I did it--first century
Hi,all, thanks for this thread.
This was my first century, and I feel excited about finishing it and feeling physically good. I worked some with a trainer at my gym--a triathlete--who was great about stressing the importance of eating and drinking constantly. Due to a glitch with the person driving, we got a later start than planned--about 7:40--so it was cool and overcast but not raining. We were pretty happy to be in our accustomed North Coast weather,cool and overcast, as climbing in the heat would have been hard for me.
I rode with two of my regular riding partners, both men, and they were very supportive on the ride. On the Honey Run hill I knew if I just kept pedaling it would be fine, and I appreciated the gearing ratio on my bike. I hit 40 mph coming down the other side. Two of us had left ourselves the option of bailing and doing the metric century at the point where the two merged, but decided to go on. I did not think that the signage was very good; I actually missed one of the rest stops before the third big climb, never saw the signs for it.
I did see a lot of wildflowers--lupine, poppies and those pretty little red ones, and actually took some time to enjoy the beauty. Birds were singing, the trees in orchards have baby fruits.
The last climb seemed endless to me, and hard, and it was nice to get to the rest stop, having skipped the previous one inadvertently. When I got to lunch, I did not see my friends and assumed they had already been there, and was surprised they showed up 20 minutes later--I actually beat them, woohoo. At the last rest stop we saw an espresso place (we call our riding group the "lattes") and decided we needed a quick one for the last 25 miles, and just then it started pouring out, so we sat it out for a while and then rode back. The last 20 miles had a headwind and bad road, but we made it back. I chatted with another woman on a Rivendell and two women with their helmets decked out as lovely chapeaus. It was not really an overly friendly crowd, and I thought that the signage was poor. We have some friends who work with Chico Velo, and expressed our concerns to them.
I realized how much of the riding was mental for me. There were points where my body was doing OK but my mind kind of panicked and wanted to stop, and I had to work with that. We took 8 hours all told to do it. My 94-year old father--who still rides some--was impressed, if puzzled by why one would do this.
Note to self: don't forget the "butter" for the girl parts next time. Ouch.
Probably due to following the trainer's suggestion I for once did not have bad cramps in my legs and feet afterward, I feel surprisingly fine. Of course, the good Scotch that we had post dinner and shower helped, I'm sure
Last edited by wabisabi; 04-25-2005 at 05:55 PM.
The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart. ~Iris Murdoch, The Red and the Green