Weekend plans called for a run on Saturday and a ride on Sunday. Given the crap-tastic riding weather of late and the perfect forecast for Saturday, I decided to change it up. The plan called for 35 miles, but Friday as I was starting to map out a route I ended up with a ride that was over 45. Sure, what’s a 10 measly extra miles? Sounds like fun!
I headed out Saturday morning just after 7 and attacked the bike hard. I had gotten it in my head that not only did 45 miles sound like a good idea, but let’s make that 45 at race pace. Brilliant! What could go wrong with this idea? The first 20+ blew by pretty effortlessly and I was able to hold an average pace of 16.5mph. Feeling quite pleased with myself I stopped for a quick bite at mile 23 and started the ride back.
As soon as I turned around I realized the folly of my plan. The legs started to feel like jello and I quickly reached the point where I was cursing Crazy for her infinite wisdom. The next 8 miles were pretty rough with the exception of a nice long downhill that helped pull me out of the fun.
Coming up on 30 miles into the ride, I ran into a few cyclists I know and Team in Training. They were finishing up their first training ride for an October century. I decided to tag along with the group for a few miles, relax, draft and chit chat. While we were riding, I started asking about the event they are training for. Enter Crazy again. By the time we pulled into the parking lot a measly 3-4 miles later I had all but signed up to train for the century ride.
How was your weekend?
Do you have a little spark of crazy?