Saturday morning I was supposed to meet some friends and carpool to Rolla, MO, for 100 miles of gravel roads (in two 50-mile loops). That's exactly the kind of training I need in preparation for June's Dirty Kanza (exactly 2 months from today...yikes), but I ended up skipping out on the ride. As Saturday got closer, the forecast for Rolla showed rain earlier and earlier with temps in the low 50's at best. While I'm certainly not going to melt, I'm just over the cold right now, and the possiblity of spending 50 miles soaked (rain was supposed to hit about halfway through) was unappealing at best. Also, Rolla's about 2 hours from my house, which was going to necessitate a 4:30 wake-up call. Totally worth it for good conditions, but a tough sell to myself after a late night and an iffy forecast.
Weather and sleep deprivation weren't the only factors in my change of plans, though. My last long ride
really shook my confidence. After struggling through 60 miles, I was nervous about trying to ride 100 with a group of stronger riders. I also wanted to ride without a pack in the hopes that my (way too heavy) pack had been part of the problem with my back on the 60-miler. Since the majority of my "bike gear" is the same stuff I wear to run and race and wear around the house, it's not easily packable if I decide to shed a layer. Riding loops from home solved that problem. Finally, I'd started antibiotics on Friday for a UTI, and both the infection and the cure were making me feel lousy. I still held off from messaging the group until early Saturday morning because I knew that I'd hate myself if the weather changed and I missed out on a much better ride than what I'd do on my own, but the forecast was even worse at 4:30 a.m. than it had been the previous night. Decision made, I texted my friends and went back to sleep with a touch of relief and a little less respect for myself.
I didn't end up getting started Saturday morning until 9, and I set off with little enthusiasm. Solo rides on paved bike trails are pretty boring. Since Jeff had helped me replace my cross bike's saddle with the good one off my mountain bike (in the hopes that the saddle issue was another contributor to the last bad long ride), I planned to start with a 10-mile loop in case adjustments needed to be made. Instead, I accidentally stayed straight on the path to a 17-mile loop, but since the saddle seemed right I just kept on that way.
|If I'm riding solo I usually stick to our paved bike trails.|
The first loop went well, and I was going to stop by the house for more water/food/bathroom stop, but we have a really nice new(ish) bathroom at a trailhead, so I stopped there and then hit the 10-mile loop (The there and back adds about 2 miles; my husband always gets irritated with me when I suggest a 10 mile ride that's actually 12 :D).
|I like this drinking fountain/bottle filler. Thanks, MCT!|
|Not so pretty views on the 10 mile loop|
I stopped back at my house still feeling ok with 30 miles down. My MawMaw hip (which my doctor tells me is actually my gluteus minimus giving me trouble) was a little achy but not bad, and I did some stretching when I stopped. After a too-long break I set out on a 36ish mile out-and-back with a midpoint where I could grab a slice of pizza, something I was very much looking forward to.
The first stretch of this trail I've ridden and run quite a bit, and while we had ~10 mph winds blowing the trees provide some protection. Once you hit Hamel, though, the scenery deteriorates.
And then there's this...
Not much shelter from the wind or distraction from the boredom. At least I had pizza to look forward to. I made it to Staunton (home of the Tour de Donut!) and savored every bite of my lunch.
I had this treat along, too. A couple of the guys discovered the Go-Power of the mocha back on our October Monster ride
, and I thought it was worth a try. I don't know if it really made a difference on my return trip, but it sure tasted good. With a headwind pretty much the whole way back, I switched my music to a playlist full of Mountain Bike Radio
podcasts (my new favorite thing), put my head down, and pushed through it. After all, DK200 is known for its wind. Good training, right? Well, except the Kansas wind is more like the hot breath of Satan, as Bob put it last year.
I got home with 71 miles on my Garmin and fought with myself about go/not go. Nathan's girlfriend was on the way over and wanted to see me (she'd brought me flowers for Easter, sweet girl :D), so I waited and talked to them for a while. When I finally got going again, I made it a block or so before rain started falling. Instead of 10-12 miles in the rain, I rode a short road loop with some rolling hills and called it good at 74.5 miles for the day. I never felt fantastic, but I never felt terrible, and I ended my day feeling much better about my training. Still, as I mentioned on facebook, 75 miles isn't much past the first DK200 checkpoint, and those aren't paved miles. I definitely have a ways to go in the next two months.
Let me know if you want some company. I still know how to ride a bike.ReplyDelete
You might have a ways to go, but you are GETTING THERE!ReplyDelete
Every little ride gets you closer to the goal! (uh and 75 miles is not little ride...) :)ReplyDelete
Nice riding! mocha, pizza, mountain bike radio - do what you need to do to get it done!
putting in the miles will pay off bigtime for DK. That and trimming down the pack weight...every ounce counts! I think you are going to surprise yourself at the DK. :)ReplyDelete
I tell myself every time I get on that stupid bike: each mile is one more step towards Boise. It probably doesn't even matter at this point as I suck no matter what, but it's time on the saddle and I think that's the point for us both! You are getting stronger and stronger and I know you will do well at DK.ReplyDelete
Were your ears ringing last Wednesday? Mike from blogland and I were discussing you. In a VERY good way :). We both agreed that you have made some great progress this year and are so much more focused on what your goals are and achieving them in the right way. So proud - and happy - for you! :)
75 miles is definitely a good outing!ReplyDelete
My longest ride ever is about 78 so I am very impressed. You are always amazing. Repeats don't sound like fun but a way to stay safe and get it done. I do like my pretty scenery but you can't always have it esp. on longer rides. The mocha sounds great. Emily has me conviced combos help when you are beat so I use those - placebo effect probably.ReplyDelete
Nice long ride Kate! Your training has been rock solid. Throw in some swimming and you have a tri I your future :-).ReplyDelete
I actually thought some of that early scenery looked pretty, but that just tells you how dry it is out here. I'm so sorry about the UTI, though--I can't imagine riding a bike with one of those bad boys--ugh. I think I'll go drink some cranberry juice now just thinking about it....ReplyDelete
Anyway, nice job! You are chipping away at it and DK will be a much different experience for you this year.
That is one long bike ride!! My butt would be in such pain :) Great job Kate!ReplyDelete
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Way to stay on that training. I cant imagine riding a bike for that long. Keep it upReplyDelete