Overslept; Yesterday’s short, but harrowing, ride.
I’m normally up at 4:30 sharp every morning, and that’s how I like it. I am a firm believer that a good night of sleep is just as important as diet and training. The amount of sleep we require varies wildly from one individual to the next. I know some people who only require 5-6 hours each night. I envy those folks.
In order for me to be at my best, I require 7.5 – 8 hours of sleep each night. Because I’m a so-called “morning person”, that means I must be in bed by 8:30 most evenings. I’ve even been known to hit the sack as early at 7:30 if I’ve had a particularly active day. 😮
So last night I was in bed by 8:30, and asleep by 9:00. I generally wake up on time naturally, but I have my alarm set for 4:30 just in case. This morning my phone woke me up at 4:30, and I distinctly remember turning it off and thinking that I felt like I’d been drugged. I decided to catch a few more Z’s…
I finally woke up again–at 6:30! I guess I needed it, but I have no idea why. I only did a short ~23 mile tempo ride yesterday and, apart from playing with my dog, Sonny, I performed no other real physical activity. Weird.
I still feel a little groggy, actually.
Speaking of yesterday’s ride, it was a scary one. The weather was absolutely gorgeous, and I set off in a great mood! Before I had gone 5 miles, I’d already been “buzzed” (passed extremely closely) 3 times, including once in my own subdivision. The speed limit in my subdivision is 25 MPH, and I was doing 24 when a car whizzed by me doing at least 35, squeezing between me and a car approaching from the opposite direction.
Then, just a few miles later, I was almost creamed by a truck. I was so freaked out that I broke my #1 rule (never engage a motorist). Here’s the short 10 second video (WARNING: very NSFW language):
I’m not proud of my reaction, but when you’re almost hit and possibly killed it tends to piss you off.
Already feeling a little rattled, just a few miles later I was chased by a large German Shepard running loose:
After all that I decided that, despite the beautiful weather, I was going to cut the ride short and head home. On the way home I was passed by a truck, which let out an intentional “smoke screen” (unfortunately most cyclists are familiar with this):
All of this happened over just 23 miles. It’s no wonder that Florida is the deadliest state in the US for cyclists.
We’ve all got to do better before even more people are killed.