I’m in the home stretch of closing in on my goal. This past weekend was another training ride. Neither Saturday or Sunday went as planned mileage wise. But Saturday was better than Sunday.
It was 86 degrees when we started @ 730 a.m. I tagged along with the Lone Star Cyclists, but the ride leaders were a group of guys I occasionally ride with. In a word, the ride profile was tough. It was a cyclists trifecta for hell…lots of climbing; heat; high winds.
On top of that, we got lost. It’s no fun trying to find your way back, when everything is working against you. The only thing we didn’t encounter on Saturday was rain, and we ran into it on Sunday, a thunderstorm of all things.
Someone once told me “you don’t learn about yourself during adversity, you validate who you are”. I thought about that a lot this past weekend because there were times I wanted to stop riding, pack it up and go home. 70 miles in 100 degree weather is not dun, and I’m certain 100 miles in 100+ degrees is worst.
After spending the week on the west coast, I may have bitten off more than I needed, but I needed to chew on that miserable wood. I kept riding, and I rode on Sunday and today. My legs are cursing me out, my lungs are hungover, and my mind is a little foggy. But I’m inching closer to the end, which ultimately is the beginning.
The plan is to ride tomorrow but right now my focus is a clean meal, followed by some quality sleep, and with any luck, a good recovery.