Welcome home, legs.

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Now that I’m an official citizen of this sweet little mountain town, I had to ring in my newfound glory in style.  It’s been 7 days since I’ve been on the bike.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Before you nail me for being a fat, lazy piece of shit, just hear me out.  I worked nearly 70 hours, had a meltdown, slept A LOT, and had a pretty shitty moment of disdain for the bike.  Still no excuse?  Yeah, you’re right.  Sad panda.  I thought it was time to sack up, shut up, and follow someone way faster and much more fit than myself.  Welcome to my life.

It was an absolutely gorgeous day in Asheville, after a sloppy, sappy Sunday.  I was excited to get back on the bike and earn all the great beer I’ve been drinking.  I don’t know what it is about suffering, but I’m a total masochist.  When someone asks me if I’m “cool with doing (such and such) ride”.  Of course I say YES.  I will not turn down any ride, even if I know, deep down, that I might actually die from it.  So we climbed something that made me nearly black out.

LEGIT.

If you’re interested in the 3,800 feet of climbing data…  http://connect.garmin.com/activity/322475220

The sad part?  Well, I nearly passed out AND vomited on the short climb before the actual climb.  I’m pretty sure the combination of the lack of caloric intake in the previous 48 hours, PLUS the 7 days I spent OFF the bike were to blame.  At any rate, I kept pushing.  I’m still not sure if I’m just stubborn or REALLY STUPID, but I’m never gonna get better being a puss.

It only took me 37.50 minutes to climb 151 to the parkway, but it felt like an eternity.  I knew I couldn’t keep up with Kyle, so I kept it at a pace I could handle.  I have to say, I feel pretty awesome to only have a 25 in the back.  There wasn’t a single moment when I could spin, but I managed to grind myself up the climb without crying, stopping, or puking.  I even had control of my breathing, even though I was pretty sure Jesus was coming for me.  I finally rounded the last corner and saw him waiting at the top.  I was SO GLAD to be at the top.

The pain and suffering were completely worth the payout.  The views were amazing and the descent was rad.  Nothing feels better than doing 40+ on a bicycle.  I have less fear descending on a road bike than I do riding my mountain bike.  Sad, scary, but true.

I haven’t felt like this in a long time.  It’s peaceful. I think I sincerely deserve all the good this life has to give me.  I’m ready.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Been there, now that feeling.

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