After almost two week of inactivity and a fairly sloppy diet, yesterday morning I was itching for a good workout. Yesterday’s ride was the first time I’ve been on my mountain bike in 12 days, and I really struggled. More on that a little further down.
I rode the Mt. Dora mountain biking trails, and I finally met up with Mike Simmons. Mike and I have been talking on Facebook, Strava and via text message so much over the past month or so, and when we met it was as though we’d known each other for some time; that familiarity allowed us to jump right into the ride.
Unfortunately not too far into the ride Mike suffered a snake bite flat on some rock. We had a spare tube, but that sucker exploded thanks to the CO2 inflator. We hiked back to the trailhead, and Mike headed home to deal with the tire. I decided to keep riding, and after riding a few miles I was happy to get a text from Mike saying he was on the way back.
I felt pretty good for the first 4 or 5 miles, but after that the effects of sitting around for 2 weeks eating junk food became glaringly apparent. My cardio was way off, and my stamina was shot. In short, I was dying out there for the last 3 or 4 miles.
Still, it was just what I needed: a great workout. This morning my legs feel fatigued, which is just silly after only eight miles on the dirt. I’m going to continue to ride every day this week, mixing some hard riding in with recovery rides. I’m sure I’ll be back to where I was soon…
… hopefully real soon: Mike invited me to ride the Ocala Mountain Biking Association 42-mile Epic Mountain Bike Ride at Santos with him on Sunday, and I’m going to do it (see map).
42 miles (all off-road) will be a new distance personal record for me (I think my previous best is around 37 miles). Considering how bad my cardio and stamina felt yesterday, it’s going to be a real challenge to be ready for a 42 mile cross country ride by this Sunday. I can do it.
Yesterday I was drenched in sweat, and my baggy mountain bike shorts were wet, heavy and uncomfortable–and that was just after eight miles. I started to think about how those wet shorts would feel on a ride more than five times as long as yesterday’s ride. Craig, I know you are never going to let me live this down (and I honestly never thought I’d go this route), but I’m going to break out the XC
spandex lycra for this Sunday’s 42 mile ride. Yeah, bib shorts, zippered jersey–the whole way.
Maybe I’ll post a picture? 😮