Actually, didn’t come close. Not even a personal best. Sunday, I shot for 100 miles on a bicycle and completely bonked just past the 50-mile turnaround. Started having conversations with mythical creatures. At 65 miles I was done trying to rack up pride points. Just done. Toast. Hitched a ride on the sag wagon.
It was discouraging. My friends tell me to
reframe it, that 65 miles is a big ride. This is true. It just wasn’t as
big as I pulled off last year.
husband told me for your first century, the stars need to align. It
took him 5 or 6 tries to complete one. This was only my third. There
will be another time.
stars were out of kilter. It was a hard day. A lot of
headwind on the way out. I was a little rundown and couldn't get comfortable on the bike. Life got in the way of my training schedule last month. My Dad’s 90th birthday was more
important than a bike ride.
I made mistakes. I was pressed for time and
went out too hard at first. I didn’t take adequate breaks or eat enough
on the way. I could have trained harder.
I learned from it. I spent a day or two feeling sorry for myself,
although the day-after hot stone massage went a long way in lifting my
mood. Last night I was a beautiful evening, and I rode an easy 10-miler.
It felt good to get back on the bike.