I mean, I only have a month left, and I intend to make it count. It will hurt, but I'd rather hurt now than during the race.
With my focused motivation, I decided to climb hills this weekend. Big ones.
|Tour of Boulder Foothills. 4000+ ft of climbing in ~16 miles. And I was the only one on a TT bike|
I got to Ward and I was pretty cranky. My friend (and her friends) urged me to eat something. Oh yeah. 2:45 of riding and I had maybe 300 calories. Duh. Part of the problem was that I forgot my 40 oz sippy bottle (or Speedfill) so I had to rely on my rear cages for hydration/nutrition. And with harder efforts (climbing) I tend to not eat very much because my stomach tends to revolt at higher efforts. That meant low calorie consumption for me. I was sitting at the picnic table in Ward (the place with the cookies) seriously hating life. I had some Honey Stinger cherry cola chews (pretty good, more cherry than cola) that had some caffiene. More urgings to get some calories and I pouted b/c my flask of Liquid Shot was allllll the way on the other side of the building on my bike. Then I remembered my backup flask and chugged that. Pretty soon, I perked up and was much happier.
Lesson learned. And apparently its a lesson I keep learning, especially in this area of Boulder.
The rest of the ride was uneventful. We rode downhill through Raymond and St Vrain Canyon. That canyon is so pretty but it really isn't safe to take pictures while you're flying down at 30+ mph and I never feel like stopping either. We stopped in Lyons for some snacks and water and then we wrapped up our ride. My legs were hating me in Ward but after nearly 1 hour descending, they were back and ready to pedal. I was able to hold 90+ rpm on flats, mild hills, false flats for nearly 1.5 hours after we hit Lyons.
So, between the two days, I had ridden 115 miles and climbed 8,100+ feet. I boosted my confidence a bit and I was also humbled a bit. A good mix, I suppose. And as my coach said, this weekend was a good deposit in the Ironman Bank. :)
Funny enough, my notes for next weekend's big ride is "6 hours easy (6 hours on a bike is NOT easy)". But I need to figure out what exactly "easy" means. Does it mean flat or does it mean "do not climb a mountain". Funny, the Erin from 2 years ago would have never thought 90 miles of easy would involve hills.