Epic Weekend Ride #3 - Prelim.
I’m back. Here’s the quick and dirty...details to come after I wash the eight layers of grime off of myself, and figure out just how jacked up these tan lines really are.
1. I’m unkilled by the heat, which actually wasn’t that bad. Right now it’s 88 degrees though, so I’m very glad I’m done.
2. My Profile seat-post drink system is going back on my bike, I ran out of everything on mile 40, yeah, not fun.
3. There were about eight of us riding, 6 of the seven guys had their Justice League Junior membership cards with them, which was just fabulous for them. Not so fabulous for me. For the longest time we were averaging 22-24 mph and I totally wanted to die.
4. Several of them had done Ironman Wisconsin already, and told me that the hills we were riding were nothing in comparison. Gulp. There was one hill that I had to stand up and pedal in my granny gear to the top of (so did they though, so I didn’t feel like too big of a wuss). On every hill I asked them, are these what the hills are like in Wisonsin? they smirked and said, ahh, no. When I asked them about the hill that about busted my granny gear, they said, “well, that one was close.”
CLOSE!??
Aggggghhhhhhh!
5. By the time all was said and done, my fasted speed on the most awesome down hill ever was 37.6 mph. Fast is fun boys and girls. Up one of the evil hills my slowest pace was 6 mph. O M G. I said many, many, many bad things.
6. Overall, we rode 60 miles in just under three-and-a-half hours. Average speed 17.5 mph. I wouldn’t have pulled that pace by myself, no way on those rollers for that far.
Three months…man, do I have a lot of freakin’ work to do.
1. I’m unkilled by the heat, which actually wasn’t that bad. Right now it’s 88 degrees though, so I’m very glad I’m done.
2. My Profile seat-post drink system is going back on my bike, I ran out of everything on mile 40, yeah, not fun.
3. There were about eight of us riding, 6 of the seven guys had their Justice League Junior membership cards with them, which was just fabulous for them. Not so fabulous for me. For the longest time we were averaging 22-24 mph and I totally wanted to die.
4. Several of them had done Ironman Wisconsin already, and told me that the hills we were riding were nothing in comparison. Gulp. There was one hill that I had to stand up and pedal in my granny gear to the top of (so did they though, so I didn’t feel like too big of a wuss). On every hill I asked them, are these what the hills are like in Wisonsin? they smirked and said, ahh, no. When I asked them about the hill that about busted my granny gear, they said, “well, that one was close.”
CLOSE!??
Aggggghhhhhhh!
5. By the time all was said and done, my fasted speed on the most awesome down hill ever was 37.6 mph. Fast is fun boys and girls. Up one of the evil hills my slowest pace was 6 mph. O M G. I said many, many, many bad things.
6. Overall, we rode 60 miles in just under three-and-a-half hours. Average speed 17.5 mph. I wouldn’t have pulled that pace by myself, no way on those rollers for that far.
Three months…man, do I have a lot of freakin’ work to do.
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