Yesterday was a strange day – up early and busy as all get out all day long. I had time for one cup of coffee at the office and it was cold well before I could see the bottom of the mug.
It rained on and off almost all day. On the way home it was dry but the sky was not pretty. I was seriously contemplating staying home from the club ride but then the clouds thinned and somebody turned on the furnace. It got hot, fast…
By the time I got home I was ready for a nap, I was wiped out. After I took a 20 minute power nap and felt a lot better, I donned the kit and headed out the door.
Mike and I had a nice warm-up five plus miles. I was a little nervous about keeping up still feeling the remnants of my cold but I put the jitters in my saddle bag where the belong and waited for the start.
We started out painfully slow to let the stragglers latch on. Second mile, nothing to write home about. 19 mph with a crosswind. Then we took off. I managed to hold on for a whole mile and a half before I knew I was in no shape to keep up. After my first pull, I said my good evening’s and slipped off the back. I spent the next mile spinning at about 16 mph when I saw a couple of guys about 3/4’s of a mile ahead. We were just about to turn dead into the wind so I figured a little help would be nice. It took me a couple of miles to reel them in, but reel them in I did. Before long the three became two, then four, then five and six and we had a nice little pace-line going. We took a shortcut that chopped I was shocked at the finish when we showed only a 19 mph average. it was plenty enough work – and I was just plain old cooked, but 19? It felt like 22 while we were out there.
The reality is that while I’m feeling a whole lot better than I was last week, I’m just not quite up to snuff yet so rather than completely wipe myself out last night, I had to dial it back just a bit and just try to enjoy the ride. This is not something I’m very good at. Generally speaking if there’s gas in the tank I want to use it. To me, there’s nothing worse than finishing a ride and thinking that I could have done more or tried a little harder so when it comes to rides like yesterday’s I really have to make sure my motives are right, lest I allow myself to turn into one of those softies.
It’s a delicate balance for sure.