May Summary
Nothing like riding 400 miles in 4 days and struggling to hit 1000 for a month. Not only that, but a full 31 day month even. Regardless, I managed to pull it off.
Nothing like riding 400 miles in 4 days and struggling to hit 1000 for a month. Not only that, but a full 31 day month even. Regardless, I managed to pull it off.
Today was supposed to be a recovery day after yesterday’s Ramble, but it sure didn’t feel like one. The ride to work was easy enough, but on the way home I did go ahead and add an extra 10 miles so I’d hit 1000 for May. I did ‘em on the path and they shouldn’t have been all that hard, but it was quite windy out and the mid-80s heat wasn’t ideal.
I’ve been home for over two hours and I think I’m still too tired to type this out… I’ll give it a go though.
Ride to work – easy.
Ride to Tipp Park – easy.
Ramble – BRUTAL. Hence the goofy, but accurate, blog title.
Oh… and I forgot to make note of it yesterday, but I finally managed to hit 4000. About a week later than I had figured, but still about 2 weeks ahead of last year.
Today’s roundtrip average to work and back was 16.9 mph. Hardly a TT pace, and I don’t even attempt any kind of ‘goal’ unless there’s unusual wind or circumstances. Mostly the commutes used as recovery rides or for warmup-cool down on longer days. I only make note of today’s ride because there was literally no wind all day and I happened to notice that it was faster than I’ve done in quite a while.. so I figured it was noteworthy.
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On Friday I rode a full metric and made 100 miles for the week. I thought my cold/virus/sinus/whatever crap was mostly gone.
Late Friday I was feeling like crap again and figured I wouldn’t make Diesel’s ride on Monday.
On Saturday I swam but stayed off the bike, felt better again, and figured I would make Diesel’s ride.
On Sunday I felt like total shit again, was coughing worse than in the previous 3 or 4 days, and was convinced I wouldn’t make Diesel’s ride.
Monday morning I woke up at 6 am, went to pee, and realized I didn’t feel too bad… hmm. Maybe I’d make it after all. I told Cindy (also up to pee) to set the alarm for 7:30… but she already had it set for 7:15. Close enough. I laid back down for about 10 minutes, realized I wouldn’t get back to sleep, and got up to make some breakfast and see if the coughing fit would start.
It didn’t. Well, hell… since I’m gonna ride 70(ish) miles I may as well ride up to Sidney and back and make it a 90 mile day. That qualifies as a ‘century’ by UMCA standards and I can add the miles to my Year-Rounder Challenge total.
Well I finally managed to do a complete week of workouts. Today’s was pretty boring, even by lap swimming standards. 500 warm up, 800 swim, 200 cool down. WOW! The 800 felt pretty good. I’m starting to feel some decent form and although I’m not concerning myself with pace just yet I think I’m gonna be in darned good shape by August.
All day long the line of pop-up storms kept creeping closer.. the cells moving NW, but then front slowly creeping west. Probably scared off a few folks who simply don’t realize that it NEVER RAINS ON FRED’S RIDE! We certainly stole one today.
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Lately a number of current and former cyclists have been coming forward and admitting to using EPO and other substances. Operation Puerto was and still is stinking up the place and now more and more is coming out about Telekom in the 90s. Today, Bjarne Riis stepped up to the microphone and confessed. I’m quite certain this would not be a practice of only one team, so let’s hope it spreads.
That all this is happening is, ultimately, a good thing. But one thing about these confessions is really pissing me off.
Today was the first day in nearly 3 weeks that I followed a ‘normal’ routine. I didn’t set any speed or distance records, but it felt pretty darned good.
I lied a little bit yesterday when I said I was riding to work even if I coughed up blood. I may be crazy but I’m not insane. I felt about 1000% better this morning, even after a rough night of little sleep. Mostly due to a very sore throat and constant draining in my head and lungs. I’ll take it though because that means the worst is past.
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