On faith, I went ahead and set the metronome to 90 beats per minute. This is actually a huge jump from 84-85, and I would have been wiser to stick with plan of 88. Even with the shortened stride, the 90 steps per minute had me gasping and clawing for breath. Um, warm up anybody? After one lap of the track, I stopped and tried to set the Garmin. Something strange happened. It didn't "set". Off I went again and did another lap. This time, I was careful. I set it, then I went back to review it. The calibration was set to 1.0. This is the factory default. Arghhhh!!! I decided to give it one more try. After I did the loop, yet again, I was very careful to make sure the Forerunner saved the actual distance. Yes, it told me saved. When I looked at the calibration, it was 1.0.
Stupid me... Evidently, at a cadence of 90, the factory default is the correct setting. Hahahahaha!! I finished up my thirty minute run. I did two more loops at a cadence of 90. I was able to keep my HR in Zone 2, at about a 10 minute pace. There is still work for me to do there.
I got up early this morning to meet the Outspokin Bike guys for the 8 AM Hickory Flat ride, described as intermediate to advanced. I got there early, but managed to find a few of the early birds. The 7 AM beginner's ride was obviously still out on the streets. It was about 43 degrees this morning. I was very glad that I had gone back inside to get my tights. Some of the riders, about 14 all together, looked like they were set to ride the North Pole. I had on two shirts, gloves, bike shorts, tights, no socks, shoes, and arm warmers. This was actually perfect.
The group left the Publix parking lot and headed out. I found myself pulling up behind the front three riders. Josh, the guy from Outspokin, is a great cyclist. He was pulling the group. Honestly, I didn't know what to expect from this ride. I knew nothing about the pace, the route, nothing. After a couple of miles in, we hit the first set of hills. I managed to hold my place in the group without much trouble.
At mile 10, we hit Mount Doom's great great great grandfather. In my exuberance to stay with the group, my heart rate hit 177. This, my friends, is the very top of Zone 5a for my runs. Ya... I know. Shortly after that, I was dropped like a rotten sack of potatos. Lucky for me, there were a few other guys that didn't see the need to leave my ass behind. I was not worried though. I had my cue sheet.
At mile 16, my stomach started to rumble. Evidently, two granola bars is not enough fuel for a two hour ride. Are we starting to see a pattern here? I valiantly rode on with my new found friends. Near mile 20, one of the guys sez, "This is where I turn into a mouse. I hate this hill." Oh great, I thought. As I neared the top of the hill, in granny gear, I thought, this isn't too bad. Then, I made the right turn, and the hill kept going. Straight up. By the time I reached the top, I was beating myself, screaming in my mind. You idiot! ROFL... My left quad was cramping. After resting for a few minutes, I managed to continue riding. The quad was fine as long as I didn't try to straighten it out.
The next 11 miles were easier. I struggled to keep up with the self admitted slow guy. By the time we pulled back into the Publix shopping center, I was ready to eat my tire. I thanked the gentlemen for keeping me company, packed up the car, and headed to the nearest gas station. I rushed inside and grabbed some apple juice and what ever else appeared appetizing. On the way home, I stuffed my face and drank my juice. It was only afterwards that I thought to check the packaging and see exactly what the hell it was that I ate.
That was the best 1000 calorie breakfast. Ever.