Man. I’d like a do-over, please. I’m wiped out.
Today was a group ride with a bunch of endurance cyclists, all 508-veterans. And I got rolled.
There’s not a nice way to put it. And I know I have a tendency to be self-deprecating, but this is not one of those times. The first 20 miles were solid, and I felt pretty good.
Then we started climbing. As soon as the road tilted up, my heart rate sky-rocketed. Simply put, I’m just not in shape. My legs are strong enough to make a 10-mile climb, but my cardio isn’t enough to pump those legs that far or that hard. About half a mile from the top of the first climb, I got dropped. And I got dropped on a section of road that was not that steep.
Insult to injury: cycling in Los Altos, where all the rich fuck-knuckles ride. I try hard to avoid the testosterone poisoning, but I wasn’t in the mood for roadside critiques from douchebags who have no idea what I am or am not capable of.
So, less-than-stellar day on the bike that ended with 30 long and lonely miles back to my car at the start. That, my friends, is demoralizing, and not what I expected of myself today.
After riding mostly on the trainer indoors, I wasn’t really expecting much of myself from my first “real ride of the year.” I’ve done some rides on my own. And I’m fine knocking out 80-100 miles at a moderate pace. But riding in a group is a different experience. And I also forgot my Endurolytes, which are my salvation, giving how prone to cramping I can be. I’m working to shake this one off. We all have bad days on the bike, after all. And March fitness isn’t October fitness. But I sure could have used a better day in the saddle today to help boost the old confidence. I’m not riding any double centuries this year, choosing, instead, to focus solely on The 508.
Back out on the road again tomorrow…