This is me right now. Sigh…
Well, I finally dragged myself out to do a road group ride. The truth is that I had been dreading it every since Rick da man suggested I go. I am a terrible roadie and I waste tons of energy riding in groups. I don’t know what my problem is, but I have a hell of a time staying at the front and/or holding the wheel in front of me (someone always steals it), only to fall backwards, then have to work to get back up there. It’s a vicious cycle.
By the way, Meredith has some AWESOME socks and I must buy some stat.
There were about 50 people that came out today. Not many survived.
I haven’t been on a group ride since May of 2008, so it was kind of weird. I did ok for the first 1.5-2 hours and hung with the first set of accelerations. Of course, my HR was well into zone 5 (190s) and I even saw my HR get to 205 and power spike to 765 watts. After attempting to push 300+ watts in zone 90, I exploded. It was like the grand finale of a fireworks show, except drench the fireworks in gasoline and use a blow torch.
It was at the Windsor Wall where I went backwards, along with a bunch of others. I am not one to give up, so I attempted to pin it at a HR of 195 and try to catch the group. I caught a few other people and was making ground until we caught a red light. There were about 6 of us, so we decided to ride together. I was happy to have the smiling, familiar face of Carnizzle, who was pulling us around in the wind. Congrats to him – he won his race at 12 hours (SOLO) of Temecula last weekend in SoCal. The worst of it today was riding into a crazy headwind that put last Sunday’s wind to shame.
I was throttled. My legs were aching really bad, I was nauseated and tasting blood. Welcome to the first days of intensity. It’s so tough to come out of base and dive head-first into intensity, but that’s how it is every year for all of us. I always look forward to getting through this stage of training. I tell you what, the 100 mile mountain bike ride I did last Sunday was a cake-walk compared to finishing this ride.
Some people came back, and Mr. Kerkove was a site for sore eyes. He showed me the easy way to get back to the house.
4 hours, 68 miles, and tomorrow is a new day.