Tuesday, June 5, 2012

7 Mile Bike

Saturday, June 2


This morning, I was going to do a brick workout.  But then I woke up with the worst headache.  I think it's because my dog was extra smelly and wreaked havoc on my allergies.  Who knows, but I do know that I had a headache.

I woke up later than expected, and by the time I got out the door, I really only had time for one or the other.  So I biked.  I put on that damned helmet that I love so much, and took off down the road.  I really don't like it.   But I must, so I do. 

Right at the mile mark, I got freaked out because I heard voices behind me.  But then I realized that it must be the announcer at the near-by high school stadium.  (I tend to get freaked out pretty easily)  Then when I was going to round the corner, the voices came back. Only this time they were people, not a sports announcer.  It was a four-pack of cyclist passing me up like I was standing still.  One day, I'll be that fast.   They were going to go back for another loop, so I turned the opposite direction to make my rounds to the front of the neighborhood. 

I was speeding up a little at this point, but not fast by most standards.  Then at mile 3, I saw this older gentleman that I always see riding.  He had a riding partner with him today, and they were dressed in the same cycling suit...which was yellow and black.  So they looked like bumble bees passing me by, and I had to smile in spite of myself. 

Since I was only going to be biking, I had to step it up a notch.  And also, I had realized that the time I posted that I had ridden 1/2 my tri distance, I was wrong.  I thought I had ridden 5.5 miles, and it was only 4.5.   This time I repeated my entire course, and I was cursing myself as I was doing it.  My inside voice was all, "What the hell?" and I was all, "Shut up and just go!"  and then the voice said, "You suck!" and I replied something that was not very nice.  And I thought this is what it has come down to;  I am shouting expletives at myself. 

I was tired, and by the end of it, I was sighing out loud.  And I had finished a seven mile ride with an average pace of 11 mph.  Which is strange because when I was doing Spin classes, I would get up to 16 to 20 miles in an hour, and this pace was no where near that.  I know it's different with the real bike and all and the wind was blowing against me, but I think it all comes down to even though I am pushing myself, I could push harder.  But that's hard to do when I feel like I am pushing myself already. 

The good news is my headache left.  Unfortunately, it came back a few hours later along wtih a slight fever.   And I was glad I had gotten my workout in already.  Because then all I had to do was lay on the couch.

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