On Wednesday I set out early to do my longest ride yet.
I had planned to ride 45-50 miles, but got lost (shocked? Me neither), so I ended up doing 56 miles. It was long. Here was some of the more G rated internal dialogue:
A red light. Ok, a little break.
Another red light. Well, it happens.
Hey, a red light. This is getting irritating.
I can't possibly hit EVERY red light for the next 50 miles, can I?
I guess so.
If I hit another pot hole, I am throwing this fucking bike in a ditch and walking home. (ok, not G rated, but it came up a lot so I thought it deserved mentioning)
56 miles is a long way.
I have to run a half marathon after this?
Christ. I am in trouble.
That evening we had the last track practice for my tri clinic. I was spent and did not want to go, but I went anyway. We did 8 - 1/4 mile intervals at 95% effort.
May I say again, Christ.
10 hours ago