Reunited and it feels so good!
After working 52 hours in the last 3 days, I got to ride my bike tonight. Me and my lil Surly girl (Her name is Misty) headed out to Tiny Piney for the Wed Night Ride. I had never ridden this route before…a bit nervous that I would end up in the back with some poor soul waiting on me. I was elated to see some of my friends show up for this one…my bike folk make me smile.
I contemplated doing the 20 miler, but knew I’d be cheating myself if I didn’t go with the 27 mile group…so I sacked up and went for 27. The group started fairly mellow and eased into a nice, steady pace. Since I STILL don’t have a bike computer, I had no earthly idea how fast we were going. I just know that I was breathing hard and sweating profusely by mile 5. It hurt.
I managed to hang with the main pack for a while, but slowed as we met our first real climb. Same shit different day. I’m so used to getting dropped that I wasn’t even phased. I just put Misty in a big ring and took advantage of the flats, descents and short climbs…those are my strong points.
I got pretty excited to be haulin’ some major booty right before we turned off towards the river. Little did I know I would meet my arch nemesis…BIG ASS FALSE FLAT. A guy I was riding with offered to get in front and pull, but I had NEVER had anyone ride my wheel before. I was kind of excited to give back for all the times I sucked someone’s wheel. I’ve never really been anything but last, so I wanted to do some work. And trust me, my happy ass did some work. I was DYYYYIIIINNNGGGGG. I felt vomit chunks rising in my esophagus. My hips hurt…my quads burned. My lungs hated me. I kept going. The next climb was a total nightmare, but I pedaled anyway.
The river was nice and flowy. Big ring. Fast and fun. Still not much of a break in sight. I took another turn in the drivers seat and pulled a couple guys. They passed me. Big climb. Mama was tired.
After a few small climbs and some hardcore pedaling to catch up with the guys in front of me, I made it back to the shop. Success was mine. I was pretty happy with my ride considering I hadn’t been on the bike since Saturday. More than that, I was stoked to go all out. Tonight was probably the hardest I’ve ever ridden. Welcome to Quad Town.