For those who have followed my epic crash training program and rise from couch potato to double century finisher
(this thread
http://forums.pelicanparts.com/off-topic-discussions/912909-cycling-training-advice-2-x-century.html )
You will remember my brutal return leg of that journey.
Well, here was this mornings routine ride (I'm trying to stick to this routine and make it a lifestyle, riding to the mountain lookout and back).
I was off to a bit of a slow start, knots in my back waking up, disorganized but eventually I got out the door and headed for the hills.
Legs felt like they hadn’t ridden in a long time, but they cooperated. On the way home I absolutely flew, and I don't just mean coming down the hill, all the way from the river I was pedalling my ass off!
While I was climbing, I rode along side a mother dear and her baby fawn. They trotted along for almost 1/2 kilometre before ducking into the woods.
It was great up there today. Weather was perfect, and my climbing is getting less painful.
Seems there must have been a bit of a tailwind that I didn't notice once I got out of the mountains.
Sometimes mother nature takes, and other times she gives back apparently
How the hell did I maintain this speed of around 70km/hr all alone?
I rode strong, but I can only imagine if i was as strong as some of you. I felt like I was a ready for the tour de France. I wish I could do this normally.
Maybe some of you can regularly ride 45 mph, but I can't. Made my day!
(This is one way. The dips in the second half are stoplights, and one way was 26.7kms that took 1:54:14 including the mountains)
