I just took a minute to analyze my performance from Saturday’s Century ride and I’m supremely satisfied, while a little morose about one aspect of the ride – but I’ll get to that part in a minute…
First, the good stuff; I turned in personal bests in a number of categories:
1 Hour: 22.4 miles
50 Miles: 2:21:36 (I wrote 2:15 earlier based on the projected finish time of 4-1/2 hours given en route by Endomondo)
The 100km time is what I’m happiest about, though they’re all really good times for me. The time on the 100k is better than my first 100km ride in April by 24 minutes and some change and better than my July 4th time by more than 12 minutes – when I did have a draft for the whole ride (at least until Kevin and I took the lead to tow everyone else in).
The one hour result was huge too because I haven’t been able to best that on the Tuesday night rides where we’re only going 33 miles… Of course, that’s mainly because the Tuesday night horses have been too fast for me to keep up with for more than 24 miles (usually 12-20).
Now I get into the down side of the ride… At 22 miles an hour I wasn’t struggling to hang on for the first 50, but I was absolutely working my butt off to do it, and that meant that I didn’t get to “enjoy” the act of riding that far. Had I been at a more comfortable 19 mph (or even 18 where I’d planned on staying throughout the ride), I’d have had a chance to look around. That first 65 miles became more about hanging on, going fast and keeping the draft than the ride itself. And by the time I it the 65-70 mile mark where the real climbing (and by far the most scenic) part of the ride started, I was pretty well too spent to enjoy it – I was too busy prodding myself up the hills.
I didn’t really realize how much I missed until driving home from my sister’s place yesterday where we celebrated her son’s and my daughter’s birthdays. My wife drove a good bit of the last half of the course.
On the other side of that, the effort will go a long way in making me stronger for the Tuesday night club rides and improve my overall fitness. In short, it’s all good, but there’s just that one little downer in the punch bowl. It is what it is.
Maybe I’ll take the Assenmacher 100 a little slower and take the time to enjoy it a little more in two weeks.
Is it just me, or does Asbel Kiproff need to eat a big steak and a whole mess of garlic mashed potatoes (and some grilled asparagus)? I’d be willing to bet you Kerri Walsh-Jennings weighs more than he does.
Dude, anyone who saw Leo Manzano’s pre-race routine knows that little fella is a weird bird.
Speaking of Kerri Walsh-Jennings and Misty May-Treanor, it won’t come as a surprise to anyone who has read this blog, but I dig women’s beach volleyball. It’s not just the bikinis either (though that helps, rolls eyes). In any event, Misty and Kerri were awesome last night against the Italians.
Usain Bolt is super fast, but as arrogant as that guy acts, I’ll love it when somebody smokes him. By the way, kudos to the bronze medal judo chick that put the drunk loser in a submission hold until the cops got there – now that’s funny. I’ll bet that dope didn’t see that one coming.
Andrew Murray’s whipping of Roger Federer in straight sets was awesome.
By the way, a special thank you to Al Trautwig for his over-the-top commentating on the women’s gymnastics. My rant on the subject, in one week, was my most popular post ever. My traffic increased about 200%. Thanks brother.