After my tire issues on Sunday, I felt compelled to get in my four hour ride. I have 12 weeks until Ironman AZ. 12!!! weeks. That's not a lot of time, and every workout is critical. Plus, I am reffing the Atlanta Cup this weekend. Riding long this weekend was not an option.
With the help of my super sherpa, Dee Dee, I identified Wednesday as my target date. I snuck out of the office shortly after 3 PM and mozied over to the Silver Comet Trail. My legs were pretty shot from last week ends tournament, there to fore, I had no expectations for this ride, other than stay in Zones 1 and 2 and get in four hours of riding.
This ride was everything Sunday's ride was not, up to a point. As every experienced Silver Comet Trail rider knows, there is a bit of trickery involved. You see. Out past the tunnel at mile marker 31, its downhill for 6-7 miles into Rockmart. Nothing easily discernible. Just that sense of easy riding and flying. I made it out to the 35-ish mile marker before turning around to come home, only to face 4 miles of false flat climbing. It was at that point that my legs decided that they had had enough.
Ummmm.... I'm still 31 miles from home.
Having been here before, I knew that there was no other way home than to pedal. My friend, the sheriff, was out on his four wheeler this time, so no luck there. More than a few times, I had to check my ego at the door. Mid zone 2 and 14 mph was just going to have to do. Time and distance just didn't matter.
It was getting quite dark by the time I pulled into the trail head. I was not pleased that it took me 9 minutes longer to get back then it did to go out, but that's just my ego talking. I spent over four hours in the saddle, necessary prep work for next week, when I bump both my weekend long rides up by thirty minutes. I'll be happy when this weekend is over, and my training can get back to "normal". Times a wasting...
Have a great weekend, y'all! Stay safe out there...