October 6, 2013
The title is a little dramatic, very true. But what is also very true, I did indeed think I was killing myself today, especially towards the end of my 28.3 mile bike ride on the Des Plaines River Trail from Casey Road area to almost route 22 and back.
They kicked my butt, but first they lulled me into thinking the ride was going...well...easy. Ha....maybe for Benjamin and Robert is was easy, but for me it ultimately was not. I will say, Benjamin always does a fabulous job not making me eat dust as he rides past me and beyond. He is mindful to my lack of endurance and speed as compared to his ability, and will fall back and keep pace with me. He encouraged me greatly during the last 4-miles of riding by simply riding next to me. I love that about him...about riding with him. (Thanks Ben, if you read this post).
The first 3-miles were easy peasy; we stopped a couple of times to work our way through a few barricades to get onto a different part of the trail. It was slower going, in the beginning.
During the first 12-miles, they chatted.
At a decent smooth 12-13 mph pace, I took photos.
Then, everything changed once the 2 1/2 mile loop came upon us at about the 13-mile mark. They kicked my butt; the speed increased and they zipped around the turns with ease. Me? Those turns were not ones I could zip around with ease; I am cautious. My speed dropped; I fell behind. No worries though, I caught up. The pace did not slow down much, but I was able to keep up (somewhat) when the sharper type turns where no longer part of our ride. The type of trail riding that Benjamin and Robert like is not natural to me, but the more I do it the more I will become at ease.
The last 4-5 miles was a killer. I was exhausted; already rode about 24-miles or so without any pit stop that we would normally take. Not only that, we were riding uphill much of the way during this ending segment and the wind was tormenting, as well...not really but it seemed like it to my burning legs. I suppose it didn't help much that the temperature dropped about 8 degrees too (low 50s). My feet were getting cold.
I made the 28.3 miles. This was a much harder ride than the previous ride (which was around 27-miles). The terrain was rougher; I think that contributed. I was so very glad to see our cars; I was ready to get off the bike. Still, even though my body is revolting - I don't feel that great, at the moment - I am quite thrilled with today's riding accomplishment.
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Side Note: On the Strava site, I am geeked out over the segments. I am not the best, but I am also not the slowest, AND, I beat Robert on a segment (I don't care how it happened, but it happened). So, yes, Strava is a motivating site for me, and becoming more so as I get into viewing segments and seeing what rider is riding the same route portion as me.