I knew this ride would make me cry or at least bring me close to tears. 45 miles of hill repeats. Thankfully, we finally had a decent day and could actually ride without gloves and a toboggan for Pete’s Sake! After some official coaching moments and talk of race readiness, we were off. I was feeling fine, no worries, it wasn’t going to be fast, it wasn’t going to be pretty but I knew it was doable. UNTIL the dogs came out. I swear, they always look happy but you haven’t seen me yell louder or ride faster up a hill unless I see big dogs in the road just waiting to take a bite out of my ass. I’m OK with one dog but when they summon their ‘friends’ to join in the fun, I’m gone and just hoping that Great Pyrenees didn’t get a hold of my wheel because I’m certain he could take me down and may just outweigh me.
Other than having complete discussions with every farm animal along the way (in that high I’m talking to animals voice), ME bitching about how badly my hamstrings are screaming, and a song or two – it was mostly just wheezing. Just huffing and puffing and wheezing. I thought I might die a few times. I wanted to call for a ride more than once and even considered it in the last five miles. BUT, what kind of team mate pusses out and calls their daddy to pick them up?! SO, I knew that the cars were within sight which meant SO was food. We are so happy at the end – I’m actually dying here because I’m holding my breath, must look good for picture, must look good for picture, neck out and down, don’t look like you have a waddle, no chicken waddle. Thanks to Tilghman (my Triple T Teammate and pard’ner in crime and Triswami, our coach who tried to lend me his Speedo as my ‘bandana’ for the ride. Thanks but I think this will work just fine).
After a presto-chango in a school parking lot, giving a flash to some kid getting ready for a basketball game, we were off. Poor kid, I’m surprised he didn’t run to his dad yelling – daddy my eyes are burning, that lady was neck-ED. I really wish we weren’t so uptight. You just make it more obvious that your changing your clothes by trying not to SHOW anything. I could change a whole lot faster if I could just strip down for 30 seconds rather than do a contortionist routine between some car doors….hiding nothing.
This week, it’s back to the pool to see how the shoulder holds up. I’m sure it’ll be fine, just easy and slow. BUT whenever I try to swim in a different lane, I get kicked out. I promise I won’t swim up your butt, I haven’t been in the pool in three weeks. I’ll be wheezing just like on the bike!