My first BONK!

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Originally posted by ejglows
Who would have thought it impossible to do 70kms on 450calories?! I certainly wasnt thinking this morning when I rode out on my trusty steed. The day after a typhoon and a weeks worth of rain makes the brain waterlogged. I figured I was going for a short day, lots of hills, but certainly not a lot of miles. Instead the sun pushed me on, mocked me, and the hid beneath a wall of storm clouds. The headache began and I figured it was dehydration, but after stopping and having an entire waterbottle it continued. Figuring something was up (as the peanutbutter crackers didnt do a DAMN thing) I began to head home.

10 kms to go and I almost get taken out by a car runnning a red light. Bruised shoulder, black and blue hand (hope it isnt broken, typing with one) and then it hits. The adrenaline doesnt do anything for me. I am slogging it. I cant think straight. I began to bargain with myself, `Just a little bit more and...and...` AND THEN I BLOW MY TUBE! Life is cruel, 4 kms to home.
Finally after coaxing myself out of catching a cab, I make it home and immediately down an energy gel, prepare some rice, and shower.

A day I will most certainly learn from.

erin

Sounds Epic.

Great ride!

With the exception of the blown tube, a day will come that you'll look back on the today fondly.

Any ride you can walk away from... 😄

That sounds like a bad day - I've had a few myself. In fact, when doing the Tour de Cure this past weekend, I: 1) forgot my water bottles and had to ride back for them; 2) had my cyclocomputer die (dead battery); and 3) blew my rear tube about 10 yards from the start line! And of course the support guy had already left for aid station 1.

Oh well, as Postie said, someday you'll look back on that ride with admiration that you perservered and made it home! 🙂

That's not an epic, its bad. I have had a ride like that not long ago. I had ridden with a bunch and then decided to keep going with a small group. Got to the furthest point from home before turning off with a mate to do some hills on the way back (after about 80km) and the bike dissapears from underneath me on the corner.
Tyre just went flat without me knowing. I patch myself and then replace the tube to begin the long painfull 80km haul home.

Got about a third of the way when the other tyre decides to flat. This was beyond a joke. I could cope with a few cuts and bruises but this wasn't fair. thankfully near a mate's place I walked in and began the arduous task of trying to sqeeze new tyres onto the rims so that I could get going again, all the while my joints are getting cooler and seizing up from the fall. They also just happened to be 20c Continentals, the tightest bloody tyres you can ever find. I almost had the second one on and my hand slipped, somehow nearly ripping a fingernail off in the process.
I was now ready to throw the bike off the balcony so I called my girlfriend to come and get me.
I figured that if I had kept going I would have steped out onto the road again only to be hit by a falling anvil. It was one of those days.

Okay, so maybe not epic...but I did officially break my hand! The cast does fit nicely into the drops though...
The most memorable part is riding along the coastal highway seeming like the earth had fallen away beneath me. I wouldn`t trade anything for that feeling.

I am sure that those 80kms were worth it...well, maybe in hindsight. There was another thread on here talking about wearing your helmet at all times, perhaps you should look into it!

Sending any luck I have...
ride fast
e

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Originally posted by ejglows
Okay, so maybe not epic...but I did officially break my hand! The cast does fit nicely into the drops though...
The most memorable part is riding along the coastal highway seeming like the earth had fallen away beneath me. I wouldn`t trade anything for that feeling.

I am sure that those 80kms were worth it...well, maybe in hindsight. There was another thread on here talking about wearing your helmet at all times, perhaps you should look into it!

Sending any luck I have...
ride fast
e

Now tafi's ride just sounded horrible. However, until tafi mentioned his crash, I hadn't entirely realized that the car that almost took you out had caused you to crash.

I've bonked more times then I want to count (cycling, running, backpacking, etc) and have found some of my most miserable journeys have been some of my most treasured. But for some reason I'd never say that the same day or even the same week. 🙂

Crashing, however, is miserable. Scraps heal but injuries suck (potentially causing longer-term problems), and damaging the bike just plain crushes me.

Maybe I'll change my word "epic" to "crappy".

It could have been worse...you could have ended up in the hospital with an IV and hordes of people trying to cram Jogmate down your throat (barfo).

Hey! Let's just hope that your cast matches the paint job on your bike... 🙂

Cat