Home – Leschi – Snoqualmie Falls – GK’s house. 85 miles
Bike BMC SL01 51-35 Q-rings x 11-23 Spinergy Wheels
Breakfast – Boiled potato, cottage cheese, water
Ride food – 1 large bottle of Exceed, 1 small bottle of Accelerade (then 2 more bottles of water) 2 gu shots, bag of shotblocks half of a power bar.
It is 100% evident I am out of race shape. Amazing how quickly you lose form. That and I just had a bad day. It happens.
I felt absolutely miserable from the second we left Leschi. My legs were tight, my heart rate was through the roof and I just felt like poop. I thought that by the time we got out of Issaquah I would start to feel better but I got dropped going up Sunset. Thanks to Brad dropping back to pull me up the hill! Later Tony did the same thing on Black Nugget, dropping back to make sure I was ok. I just couldn’t get the body moving. Tony split off to head on home and I really should have gone with him but Ames Lake just puts me in the dirt so I followed the guys up to the falls, where again I got dropped. When we stopped at the visitor center I got off the bike and sat on the ground. I was shaking, cramping and I was quickly going into bonk mode. The guys let me fuel up a bit and them we headed on down and on 202 I bonked HARD. Dustin, Greg and Brad took turns pulling me back up to the others and all I could do was feel miserable for destroying the ride for them. We hit the trail and headed north around the lake and I started to feel a little better. My gu shots were starting to kick in and I felt a little cooler so I tucked behind Greg until we got to Redhook and I blew sky high. Greg told me to just head towards his house and I grunted an “ok” because there was NO WAY I was going to make it home. 3 miles from Greg’s house I went into full on cramps. My quads siezed, my hamstring balled up painfully in my right leg and I was barely moving at 8 miles an hour. We hit the house and it was instant relief. Greg fed me and I stretched and massaged my leg, called Rosanna and told her I wasn’t dead and them he drove me home.
So now here I sit, 3 glasses of water down, 2 PB&J sandwiches eaten and a nap to come. You might think reading this that I had an awful time. Sure, it hurt really, really bad but something was very evident. I have the greatest friends around. The helped me when I needed it the most and I hope all of them know I would do the same thing for them.
Today’s ride was for my father. All the suffering I did today was nothing compared to what he went through those few years he fought his Gorilla. Love you Dad. You would have loved what we did today, I know it.
** Sidenote- to the Man and Woman in the silver Mustang. I didn’t mind you yelling at us going into Issaquah, or even trying to swerve into us to make us move over. When you tried to spit on us but it came back into your face (ever pissed in the wind?) it was pretty funny. What really pissed me off was you calling the cops on us saying we spit on you. Too bad the Police Officer (who was SUPER NICE by the way) saw through your BS story. You have issues. Next time? Just go around!
I’m out. Love You All