Day Four of my head exploding; I blame it on the hmmmm……sketchy guys at the gym over the weekend. With the cold, windy relentless rain Saturday I spent the morning at the gym, as did several others. All the sharing of everything resulted in my picking up something that settled deep in my throat and head. Ironically I have a six-week-ago-scheduled visit with my primary care doc this week. Perfect timing.
Rolling out of the neighborhood into an ever so slight breezy 51 degrees I really dreaded what was ahead. Gates Pass, Old Tucson, Twin Peaks, Dove Mountain and an ever fit riding partner. I played out a dozen ways I could sneak in ways to catch a wheel. Didn’t happen exactly as planned, too many turns, too many hills.
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| First Stop – 32 (plz I want to go home) |
By 32 in (first stop) I just wanted to turn around and go back.
At 45 we had another early-out option. We passed. At 55 it was 90% steady downhill to finish. Wheezing the entire 10% it wasn’t I wished for my turnaround point at 32.
More than 3000 calories and a near exploding head later I reminded myself I’m fewer than 24 hours from a visit to my doc. A group trip up to the Dog Park right after getting home reinforced putting things in perspective. It’s only a meaningless bike ride. Fat Camp, Day 1 in the books. Were it not for the excellent company it would have surely been 1/2 a ride vs. the much needed Full Day.
AniMal