It was a perfect day for a bike ride.
My buddy Mike was sick this morning, still. Poor guy couldn’t handle 17 mph into the breeze (maybe 7 mph) so he cut out after just ten miles. That left me, Chuck and Phil. Three guys and the goal was a 100k out to Lainsburg and back. Chuck was an animal and took 3-4 mile turns at the front. I kept it to 3 miles each turn and Phill rounded us out with 1-2 miles each.
Unlike last week, we ate the wind going out so we could have the help on the way back and that plan worked out just fine.
Still, I won’t lie, it was a lot more enjoyable heading out there than it was coming home. The wind was not a big deal and when we got to our party store, our destination, we weren’t at 31 miles. We had 35 in.
Long story short, because I’m freakin’ wiped out, we did take a shortcut and managed to knock a whole two miles off of the return trip so we pulled in at 68 miles, not 62. And we hit every hill there was between Gaines and Lainsburg. Roller after roller, and we hit them fast. I never once shifted out of the big ring (as it should be unless there’s a “Mount” before the name of the hill).
Interestingly, I bonked with about eight miles to go. It started with an “Uh oh, I’m screwed.” It took everything I had to not slip off the back and soft-pedal home. I won’t publish the committee meeting that went on in my melon because it was simply wall-to-wall cursing at the members who voted for calling it quits. I didn’t give up. I pushed through it and finished strong, snot dripping from my nose and utterly done. Cooked. Stick a fork in me.
I fell asleep before I even took a shower. Before I even ate anything. Absolutely smoked.
68 miles, 3h:34m, and daddy’s eatin’ good tonight.
252 miles in one full week. Do the math, that’s 36 miles a day. I’m pretty stoked – and thankful that tomorrow is a slow day… 37 miles and it should take us a little more than two hours.
That’s better than my previous best week by, oh, about 30 or 40 miles, give or take. Nice.