The month in review post…a week late. This post has a strong chance to be quite redundant if you followed along with the daily posts of RTYD IV, as that was certainly the highlight of the month.
With the ride finished, there’s only one thing left to do. Well, two things if you count a trip to Texas Roadhouse, which I do. The second thing is to thank all the humans that helped me along the way and they do come in all sorts of packages.
The final day. Well, it started out exactly as planned by having no alarm go off. Using a different phone than normal, I didn’t pay attention to the fact that the alarm was for weekdays only and thus didn’t go off on a Saturday. Perhaps this undesired outcome was fortuitous in that it allowed me to get more sleep than the average five hours I had been pulling each night.
Today’s ride really explains why it’s called endurance. I find myself pedaling around without any real skill, just needing to endure the whole experience. My body is sore, my legs are relatively unresponsive, my hands are numb, and my back is cramping. I just have to keep pedaling and not pay attention to my speed or my pace or the time it’s taking to complete the trip. I would rather just focus on getting the next few strokes in.
As Day 2 waned on and on taking with it my energy, my confidence, and several layers of my skin, Day 3 proceeded to change in my mind from a ride that I could do in a certain amount of time to a ride that I might not be able to do at all.
Today did not go according to plan at all. My expansive training involving many back-to-back rides was supposed to have me geared up for this particular scenario with Days 1 and 2. It was Day 3 that I was worried about, as that is “uncharted territory.” However, a bad stomach ache at the beginning of the day that persisted for almost half the ride followed by an extremely muggy midday left me without any power and zero rhythm. Add then the other bodily ailments of a sore neck and back, extreme chafing from planking, and numb, tingling hands and the day was not a very good day. Now I have to hope that I can find enough reserves to get me through the next three days.
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The ride is upon us. Well, upon me, I suppose. Seven months ago, I got this bright idea in the dead of winter that I should bike to New York. My wife, ever supportive, agreed that it would be something worth trying to achieve, surprisingly, instead of scoffing at such nonsense and telling me to go home and sleep off the crazy.
Training this weekend was very abbreviated. The original plan was to do two 50-mile rides over the weekend and bring the bike into the shop this Tuesday, giving them five days to give it an overhaul. However, with about five miles to go in Saturday’s ride, I got a flat tire (shocking), so I decided just to bring the bike into the shop then. I expect to have it back by Wednesday or Thursday and I’ll do some easy spin 20-mile rides through next weekend, taking Monday off to rest, pack, and try to sleep.
2015 was such a great year for me in terms of biking. Oh, and that whole marriage to my wife thing I suppose was ok too. After biking to my wedding and replicating RTYD II in reverse, I needed a new goal for the year. I landed on the easy option of extending my personal best distance, which would be a ride of over 200 miles. Instead of just biking around Ohio for 200 miles, I wanted a destination that would be fun to bike to.