I was able to ride a couple of 100k’s over the weekend. My Strava account shows the first, but is short in the second because I won’t start or stop the app near my home – I actually broke with tradition this one time, just so I’d have the loop stored for future use because it’s one of my favorites and we managed to stretch a hundred k’s out of it – normally I will only track rides that start and finish a goodly distance from the house. While Saturday’s hundred was tough, as Chuck and I were taking turns up front for three to five miles, yesterday’s hundred was spent behind the wheel of a tandem. It was glorious.
The loop came up four miles short, so I had to improvise a bit, and that took me to a segment I’ve wanted to try to snag for some time, but because I never track rides near my home I don’t have Strava going when I ride the segment three times a week… Well, this was the one time, and I had a crossing tailwind too.
I looped my bike around and got out of the saddle, cranking the speed up for all I was worth. By the time I hit the segment start I was at 26-mph and holding, enough to take the KOM. I was in the drops and putting down the watts… and a halfway there I entirely ran out of gas. Instantly. I was cruising along just fine and the strength just left me. I sat up, pulled my phone out of my pocket and shut the app down.
I took it easy the last mile and a half home.
The “feels like” temp was well into the 90’s when I rolled into the driveway thoroughly spent. A nice lunch, a nap, a little tinkering on the Trek, and we went out the community pool my kids swam at for the summer season. A great cap to a perfect weekend. I don’t even remember falling asleep on the couch last night. I woke up around 11, though, and went to bed… It took me less than 30 seconds to fall asleep once my head hit the pillow, and I didn’t move from that spot until I woke up. That’s how I like living life; when it’s time for bed I’m so tired I can’t help but falling asleep.