It is always a motivating feeling to sit down on a Sunday evening and feel “fulfilled” from the weekend. Your legs are tired, maybe your tan lines are a bit stronger, and you are ready to start the 5 day recovery process that is the work week. That’s what the 5 days between the weekends are right, recovery?
This weekend was one of non-stop going for Kim (my better half) and the kids. A huge year end lacrosse party at the lake, and then 7 little boys (10 & 11 year olds) came over to our house for a pool party and sleep over. As she was juggling the coming and goings, I was juggling how to keep up with them and get a couple rides in. I can say that I am daily thankful for her and all her juggling.
Saturday was a quick hour and half spin, getting the legs moving and active after 3 days of no activity. I should have gotten up earlier for the ride, but cuddling and the covers felt too amazing that morning. 24.46 miles on a Raleigh Capri in for review
Sunday was another story. I wanted to get some mileage in and I wanted to try out the Collier Lily 100k route. Again, I should have gotten up earlier. I wasn’t on the bike until 11am, about the same time Kim was taking the kids to the pool. This was about 3 hours later than I wanted to be on the bike for that long. You learn from your mistakes.
With a hand wrote cue sheet, back up nutrition, camera and a charged cell phone I headed out. At about mile 20 I missed a turn due to country roads not always having road signs. Thankfully my cell phone had service and I mapped myself a new route. The convenience store I was looking for at mile 38 was conveniently closed. Going without water for 45 minutes had me double think my route and head home. 10 miles from home I stopped off at a gas station, purchasing a large fountain Pepsi and a bag of salt and vinegar chips. The best two things I had tasted all day long. Sitting outside the gas station downing the Pepsi and chomping on the chips. Water in the bottles and finally on the stretch home. 51.4 miles on the Raleigh Capri
Last but not least, I pulled on a Twin Six jersey this morning and during my 3 hours on the bike I thought about the guys many times. A couple guys that started out of their basement have now taken over the world of cycling attire. When I’m on the trail, or at races I get a nod and smile when I have their clothes or socks on. A Twin Six know-em. It is good to be part of the club and I am thankful that Brent, Ryan and Mark have allowed me back in the club year after year. Thank you guys – you rock.