It's been two months and a weeks since I've been on a trail with the Blade.
It's even been a couple of weeks since I've even ridden but a recent visit
to the doc, a slightly elevated BP, and being told I need to lose at least
20 lbs kind of got me motivated (plus the weather was near perfect) to ride
today.
The hockey game had ended, the kids were on the vociferous side this am and
the wife decided to make smoothies (read blender noise for ever.....) so I
suited up, grabbed the bike and off I went to Trail 100. I started out
spinning along realizing I was breathing hard. What's up with that? I'm
not working that hard but it hurts but I spin on. Now I'm being a little
tentative since I'm out of handling practice and it seems as though I'm
hitting all of the numerous granite baby heads, both loose and imbedded. I
keep picturing Maverick not engaging with Hollywood screaming to get back in
there but Goose doesn't talk to me.....
The climbs are seemingly never ending today. I'm thinking granny gear on
some climbs that are normally easy to do on the SS. The legs are burning
and I think 'damn, these shorts must of shrunk, they're awfully tight' but I
manage each and every climb though much slower than I remember. The trail
is quite crowded today with both bikers and hikers with many of the hikers
out with their recent holiday puppy acquisitions. It's sort of a good thing
for me as I stop to let most of them by catching my breath while I wait.
Now I haven't felt this bad since I use to climb the tower road at South
Mountain in 110+F heat. I'm on the back side coming home fighting back the
nausea. I can't help but think of what a wus I've becoming in a short two
months of feeling sorry for myself. This is only a 14 mile round trip and
I'm hurting. My shoulder is killing me, I want to puke and the trail just
isn't fun today.
I make it home w/o barfing, riding very slowly. The chain is even telling
me it wasn't much fun as it's squeaking. This drought has really made the
trail quite dusty and I'm glad I was riding alone otherwise dust sucking
would have made the ride that much more unpleasant.
I imagine tomorrow being a much better ride for I'm not about to stop the
long road back now.
Maybe I'll even climb Shaw Butte to see how really out of shape I'm in
(though round is a shape).
Gary