I really shouldn't comment on Saturday's brick. It was so beyond ridiculous I just don't even know what to say.
I got up a 6 am and met my friend Tracy to drive an hour to some little town on the Minnesota/Wisconsin border. I figured there would be some hills since it is close to a ski resort but I was up for an adventure so we went. I didn't figure we start riding, go around a curve and then head straight up and up and up. I so was not prepared.
On the very first hill I didn't gear down fast enough and my gear started clicking as we started up the hill. It was so hard, I thought I would have freaking heart attack. I finally got off the damn bike and the coach came by and adjusted the gears. It got marginally better from there but I was so freaked out, mentally I just couldn't deal. By the third or fourth monster hill I just shifted down to the lowest gear possible and kept peddling, one foot over another, for what seemed like an eternity. It was one hill after another. It got to the point where I just didn't even look up anymore, I just looked right in front of me and kept pedaling. I couldn't look up, it was too demoralizing.
By the way, it was 40 degrees and the wind was gusting at 30 miles per hour. I seriously think I have lost it.
I guess the good news is that I finished the ride and then I ran 2 miles to boot. I suppose they are trying to beat us down, just to make sure we are ready for anything on race day.
again, no comment
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All that and you finished. Sometimes it helps to personalize your gear. Perhaps write Lindsay somewhere so that you can look down and remember why you are training. Or I can wave a jelly doughnut in front of you until we are done.
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