So, you know I was nervous about leading the ride this morning. Here is a list of the concerns:
1. Would I be able to maintain a “B” pace on the hills we would face?
2. Remember to bring the Q (cue) sheets
3. Be there on time
4. In general, don’t lose face in front of anyone. DON’T shame yourself, in any way!
Last night, I went to Staples, and had the Q sheets printed, got up early, and had my coffee, made sure I was appropriately dressed, had my Camelback, plenty of fluids, and yet, dashed out the door with only 10 minutes to spare. 15 minutes into my drive to the start point, I begin to calm down and relax. I’m going to arrive with 10 minutes to spare, and load my bottles onto Cele (the Bianchi), and appear to be very together. I glance out the rear view, to admire Cele, and DAMN! I took her in last night, so she didn’t get drenched, and didn’t load my bike to go lead a bike ride!!!!! I’d left the phone at home, and so I high-tailed it back to the house, dashed in (on the verge of tears), exploded my dilemna to John, and grabbed my phone, the newsletter that had contact info for the other leaders, and Cele. Called one of the other ride leaders, who had already called looking for me, and asked him to lead my group to a point 5 miles into the ride, and I’d meet them there.
Now, you know the real me. Well intentioned, organized to a point, and DITZY in a crunch.
How’d the ride go? I loved it. There are hills in Goochland, that “define” a rider. One or two separate the men from the boys. Apparently, girl that I am, I became a man today;0) Shallow Well Rd. has a hill that pretty much made me cry, groan, grunt, and rejoice, as I gasped for one last breath at the top. Killer. For some reason, even though this ride was not an “out and back”, the originator added a loop, so we could be sure of our abilities twice;0) That particular hill isn’t really very big, and doesn’t look very steep, when I approached it, but it kept demanding yet another gear, until they were all gone. It persisted. One more gear! One more gear! My legs joined the chant, One more gear, One more gear. My lungs joined the chant, then my gloots. I swear, I was ready to get off my bike, because I was basically down to my last stroke of the pedal, when I looked up, saw the guy in front of me, and the 15 feet left of the hill. I refused to be defeated over 15 feet of asphalt. Pushed on, and conquered it.
There are many hills on that ride. It’s no longer a desire of mine to go with Kirk to C’ville to do some hills. It’s my desire to bring him to Goochland, and introduce him to my little friend on Shallow Well Rd;0)
We stopped for calories and fluids at about 25 miles, and the groups pretty much came together. Some of the Natures Path team were out working out together and I got to see my friends, Carolyn and Mike. Everyone, was so supportive of each other’s cycling efforts and accomplishments. It’s wonderful riding with a group like RABA.
After the ride, we at lunch together. I happened to mention that I don’t eat breakfast. This is a Major bad habit, as I frequently do 40-50 mile rides without eating for 10 hours prior. One of the other riders talked to me very seriously about how bad this is, and how difficult it is for my body to provide itself with fuel if it has to convert it from fat stores on the spot. We talked about how it would improve my performance if I even ate just raisins, or some other fruit in the mornings before riding. So, I’m resolving to focus on having some dry Kashi and raisins in the mornings before riding.
We rode very hard, and my muscles are beginning to tighten up. I will definitely be sore after this ride. One of the guys in my group used to do it regularly, and hopefully, we will be doing this weekly, as a 30 miler. There is probably info I’m leaving out, but will edit this later. For now,
Go make your own breeze, and remember, if you’re not having fun, you’re in the wrong gear.