August 22, 2013 244 lbs
So I kitted up, lubed up, and took off from the garage. Which meant that I would have to deal with the monster hill in my neighborhood at the end of my ride. Something I was slightly concerned about considering how little training I have been doing lately!
I headed down Hollywood Way to Pacific and turned right so I could get out of traffic for a minute and ride the bike route to Victory. I knew Victory has a bike lane and I kind of wanted to see how far west it went. So when I got to Victory, I turned right and started west. I wasn't sure how far I was going to go before I turned back for a more familiar route.
You see Kevin's restaurant in Reseda is about fifteen miles from my house in Burbank. The mere idea of riding to his place was something I would have never considered only a few months ago.
So at about one hour in, I was in front of the restaurant.
One thing I noticed is late night taco stands/trucks are doing excellent business! I saw a bunch of them. And they were packed. I was thinking, I'm in the wrong business.
The ride home was uneventful thankfully. It was a pleasant evening and I felt great. I noticed how much energy I had at the beginning of the ride and at the halfway point and started trying to remember what I had been eating for the last couple of days so I could repeat it.
Finally I got to the big hill at the end. I have to say, I was tired and wondering how I was going to tackle it. In the end, I just started pedaling at an even cadence. About half way up, I was breathing heavier and focusing on taking deeper breaths to compensate. My legs were tired, but not exhausted. About three quarters up, I was breathing faster and my legs were really tired. But I noticed that my breathing was still not too bad and I didn't feel like lactate was saturating the muscles of my legs. As a matter of fact, it felt like my body was still able to flush out the built up lactate. That is a very good sign. Don't get me wrong, I'm not heading to Tour de France anytime soon, and I'm pretty sure a snail had lapped me at one point. But I was able to keep going even after riding 28 miles.
Until tomorrow my friends.