Saturday was another bad day for me on the bike. The day blasted off without a hitch and I have to say, it was a great start. I rolled out the bed at 4 a.m. with no problem what so ever, however my rumblings in the kitchen woke up the baby who wanted to hang out. So it was me and baby girl at 4:30 in the morning eating breakfast and watching Bubble Guppies. I got out of the house on time and began my pre-ride icing routine.
It was sooo cold in the truck I started shivering…I’m thinking “imma ride the rubber off my bike today”. Made it to the event and because I’d pre-registered, I sat back and chilled, literally. For about 30 minutes I sat with ice on my back, neck, and torso ate some snacks and relaxed. I rolled up to the start line with about 10 minutes to go. I’m enjoying the moment thinking I’ve gotta use today as a max training ride because I’ve been so sick and haven’t been able to ride, I’m behind schedule. I was feeling good, so good I was chatting it up with folks around me , which I never do before I ride an event. Big shout out to Cindy, the triathlete who was using the event as training for an upcoming race. We rolled the first 10 miles or so, then I got busy.
My HHH goal calls for me to average 20 mph for 100 miles factoring in two stops. The warm-up has to be 30 minutes and I have to be anaerobic at the 25 minute mark. The break-down is basically 10 miles every 30 minutes (warm-up not withstanding because I’m rolling 15-17 mph for 20 min or so). Everything was going as planned. The wind was behaving; it was about 82 degrees at 8 a.m. The plan was to do 55 miles and be eating by 10:30. Everything was going as planned with my 1st stop coming at the 20 mile mark. I came across a couple of the fellas I rode with a few weeks ago on a Saturday morning training ride and we rolled together for a while. That was good and bad. It was nice to have some company, but I lost a little of my intensity because they were rolling a little bit off of my pace.
We arrived at the 1st aide station and low and behold…NO WATER! How can you not have water at an outdoor event and then offer folks watered down Gatorade. No worries, I’m good with my bottle until the next stop, or I thought. The pitch of the climbs started to get steeper, and the heat started to pick-up. I kid you not, within 45 minutes the temperature hit 92 and soon after 95 with a heat index of 102. I started worrying about blowing up and decided I needed to slow the pace a little. My two buds rode ahead and then disaster struck for me. I think it was at mile 40 or 42 but my back started tightening up from the climbing, then my left leg started hurting, it wasn’t cramps, but a dull ache. Next thing I know I have a blistering headache. I stop at an aide station for some ice and pickle juice…NO PICKLE JUICE! Wow, I re-up my bottles and roll only to start seeing spots. I turned around and headed back to the aide station to try and figure out what was up with me.
I didn’t look good and didn’t feel good and eventually had to SAG in. I made it back to my truck loaded up and thought everything was good, but almost blew through an intersection because of blurred vision. I don’t quite remember how I made it to the first aide trailer, but next thing I know I’m hooked up to an IV. The last thing I wanted to do was tell Viv that I was getting an IV since she was worried about me and my health for the past couple of weeks. Well, I made it back to the hacienda and didn’t catch too much flak, but I did promise to go back to the Dr. this week. We’ll see what happens.