I’d tell you how tired I am, but I can’t physically reach the X key.
We rode 41.5 miles around town today. It ranged from a mild, pleasing, palatable 70 percent humidity to a meaty 94 percent humidity as we rode. We’d set out to do 35 miles, which would have been a new long for me on the real bike, but the humidity must have gotten to The Yankee (she’s not a fan). At around mile 25 she decided that she might add another few roads to our sojourn.
As we get to around mile 34 I found myself at the top of a hill and waiting for her. She decided to press on. So we did. My iPod failed. And, soon thereafter, my body failed.
My steak from last night was gone. And the two pieces of peanut buttered toast and five strawberries I’d had for breakfast had also long since departed. The last few miles were … tough.
I’m a wimp, but in a wimp’s defense, the final distance was almost double my previous longest distance. My goal is to add miles — and figure out how to defeat a few hills — but this was a bit much. (Clearly I’m not ready for a century ride yet.)
The bike itself wasn’t bad. There was simply no more fuel in my body. When we got home I started eating things directly from the fridge.
I’ve spent the rest of the day trying to feel decent again. It has been a long while since I’ve been this wiped out.
But we rode 41 miles!
