Yesterday morning came too quick. I didn't have to work until 10:45 and it was going to be the first warmer day I could get out for a long period of time and not feel rushed. So I was up at 5:45 drinking coffee and getting my gear together, both excited and nervous I would make it back home in time to be ready for work.
I had mapped out my route the night before and uploaded it to my Garmin Edge 800 and was pumped about where I was riding. However when I woke up I checked the weather again and saw it wouldn't be above 40 degrees until later in the morning. So I started again nice and cold. Just like every other ride I have done all year... Damn.
The ride started out brisk, but I warmed up after about 15 minutes and felt pretty good. I just had on a warm base layer, a warmer short sleeve jersey, my RXL bibs, some long, light thermal leggings and booties over my shoes, a neck gaiter, a skull cap and some windproof gloves. Seems like a lot right?!
It turned out to be a perfect amount of gear. The only thing that got cold was my feet. Which is typical. Especially since I wear my triathlon shoes which are super ventilated.
I felt a little sluggish getting off, as I couldn't sleep well the night before. I was hoping the coffee would kick and get me going, but it wasn't quite doing it's job. So I dug in a few times to get my blood flowing and energy levels up. It started to work, but I was ready to sit in and put in the work.
I got to a few hills and sprint sections I have come accustomed to and that got me going even more. I was feeling good as I started to head north.
A great thing about riding early on Sunday mornings is that NOBODY is out on the roads. I think I went a whole 45 minutes without seeing a single car. It helps getting out into the middle of nowhere. Where it's just me, my bike and a few wild turkeys that scamper across the road from time to time.
Once I hit the northern most part of my ride I was starting to feel a little fatigue. I hadn't put in this many actual miles in a while. I was just over 90 minutes in and was at the 30 mile mark. Then things started to suck.
The wind was picking up and coming straight out of the south, right in my face, hard. It was like a brick wall as I started heading home. I wasn't too happy about it. So I hunkered down, looked away from my speed and just worked.
I knew my way home so I was able to just work and pay attention to my surroundings. I passed a few Strava segments along the way, but with the wind like this, I had no chance of going after any KOM's or even PR's. So I just rode them out, getting in the miles. I was content with that.
I trotted in just over 50 miles and was so ready for a hot shower. I forgot how hard going long and hard can be. But it's also so rewarding. I felt great all day at work and got in some good recovery. It was a great day to be out on the bike, and I was glad I got out early and some people stopped in the shop later complaining the wind just keeps getting worse.