|Saturdays group ride. Big turnout.|
Rarely do I get weekends like the last. Sunday I ended with about 9 hours of saddle time in the last four days.
And Im pretty blown out. The kind of blown out that you dont feel until you stop riding the next day. Thats today.
Im pretty happy about it too. Just what I needed to get things (fitness and weight loss) going. I can ride a million hours and if I dont push or work it has no effect. Spent four days of riding with ending with a sufferfest and I hurt so bad and feel good about it.
After two tame rides Thursday and Friday I hit the Saturday group ride. It was maybe a bit tame due to the long ride on tap for Sunday.
But there was more than once I had to turn it up to 11 to stay attached to the peloton. And sometimes I failed to do so. Its all good tho as these are a good bunch of guys and we were still on the “winter” route. That will change next week as the group ride switches to “summer” mode and heads farther west to some hills. Thats where and when I get in trouble. In fact I might lay off that ride for a month or so to get a little faster on the bike.
While I like this ride a lot its just a bit tougher on the summer route and I dont want to hold everyone up. On the other hand, I wont get better unless I ride hard and this ride forces me to do so. I’ll think about it I guess.
How do I know I will struggle on that ride?
Sundays ride, the Cheesehead Roubaix, was a bust for me. Of sorts.
I had no idea how much climbing was in that route. A lot.
I was pretty much in the lead group (with 50 others) until the first climb. That was a gravel grinder maybe not quite a half mile long. I started the climb up front and ended it OTB (off the back). I chased for maybe 20 minutes alone at 22 or 23 mph but everytime I started to catch I had a hill just hold me back and I had to start the chase all over again.
|The beginning of the end for me. Long climb.|
I did this maybe three times before I decided to stop. I was dropped. This was about mile 16.
At the time I was heading east, toward the lake and knew it was going to get colder the closer I rode to it. I did have a vest along to put on but I figured if Im riding by myself why don’t I just stay west and warmer.
So I flipped it.
It wasn’t long before I met a buddy from Milwaukee area. Bubba was shamefully dropped as I and I talked him into staying warm and re routing with me. And we did putting on about 30 more miles before we pulled the plug and rode back to the parking lot with about 45 miles in total.
Even then, I was blown out from the climbing. Hitting the tops of some climbs had us looking at huge vistas that we could see for at least 10 miles. We were up high in the kettle moraine for sure.
I found this as I strolled into a grove of trees to pee. I left it there and forgot where that was but maybe later today I might head out and look for it.
So it was a great weekend of riding even tho I was reminded of my weight on Sundays ride which was still a blast. Its nice to ride somewhere else every once in a while. With someone else.
And as with every spring, I have my work cut out for me.
Its go time.