Friday, February 22, 2013

Day 15 - Cold, Crack and The 50 Mile Bike Ride

February 21, 2013   244.2 lbs.

Today I was to swim for forty five minutes. Some of the drills would have included using the pull buoy, hand paddles and even fins. But, my cold is worse and I needed rest for the test on Sunday so I decided not to swim. That's two workouts in a row. I hate missing workouts but instead of rhino-ing in like I usually do, I want to be careful so I can minimize missed time later.
Also, I've been trying to interview a couple people for the blog here that I feel have inspiring stories. So far, no luck connecting yet, but stay tuned. I'm also planning to visit a local bike manufacturer to try to get a nice tour of the operation. I think I might do a few product reviews as well. More later. By the way, look what arrived today!

My first sponsorship package! Two pairs of bib shorts and a cycling jersey. Thanks Voler! Very happy to try out the bib shorts as I show more crack than a plumber on some rides. There are all kinds of clothe fitting issues that happen when your over weight.When your stomach sticks out past your belt line, it causes any elastic in the area to curl over as you ride leaning forward. This inherent curling pulls down on the waistband in the rear and thus, crackage.  .  .

In The Beginning Part 7:

On November 3, 2012, I showed up in Oceanside, CA at 5:00 am in the cold predawn winds off the ocean for the fifty mile Bike the Coast event. I was freezing and wondering how many layers I could wear during the ride and swearing that I would get a cold weather wind proof jacket for biking and running later that day. I went to the registration check-in and grabbed my race packet. When I originally registered for the event a couple months previously, I had selected the option of getting a custom race cycling shirt with sign up. So in the bag was the new cycling jersey. I quickly put it on over my first shirt and immediately felt warmer. The sun started to rise and we gathered at the starting line.

It was at this point that I realized I was signed up for a ride and not a race. Know how I figured it out? There was no timing chips for one thing. Also the announcer said, "Remember, this is a ride and not a race!" Great, there better be a medal at the end! (We will talk about the whole "medal issue" in a future post.)


Off we go. The course was described as "flat" when I registered. Before the first mile we had gone up and down several small hills with a lot more to come. Nothing like riding up a mountain though, but tough for me regardless.  See all those raised peaks

Fortunately, I brought plenty of Hammer Perpetuem nutrition in my two water bottles and a 70 oz. Camelback hydration backpack filled with filtered water. I passed the seven mile turnaround and thought, "Man, I kind of wish I was doing that race instead." Regardless, I didn't drive all the way to Oceanside for a seven mile race, (ride). I thought the same thing as I passed the twenty-five mile turn around. The "quit demons" were really in overdrive today. No, not gonna quit. Finally I made it to the fifty mile turn around and thankfully the aid station soon after. I needed to rest my butt and I had to pee badly. There were plenty of food stalls with plain bagels, cookies, Powerbar samples, orange wedges and bananas so I grabbed some stuff after using the Porta Potty. (Yes, I washed my hands first.) Because it was a ride and not a race, I didn't have to rush.
 (The picture above was never meant to be shown to anyone, however I feel it's important that I embrace the reality of my weight in order to fix it.)

After about twenty minutes, I was ready to head back. I have to say, it felt like the way back was more uphill than the ride down. Eventually, I made it to the finish line tired, extremely bloated and ready for my medal. It unceremoniously was handed to us, still wrapped in plastic. A miniature version of the cycling jersey. Total time 4:33:19 and 3,400 calories burned.

Tired and sore, I packed up the bike and headed for home, already thinking about doing a hundred miler.

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