Just under two miles from home, I decided to take this picture because my GPS battery was about to die (4% left). In Bikenerd County, if your GPS dies 5 miles into your 86-mile ride, your Internet friends only know about 5 miles of your ride. The other 81 miles are under suspicion.
A century—biker parlance for a 100-mile ride—would normally be something I'd train for and mark on my calendar after I register to participate in it. But somehow I totally forgot that I signed up for my first San Diego Century "SDC" for several weeks after I registered. I guess my focus on April's Belgian Waffle Ride sidelined any thoughts or training concerns about this particular ride. Imagine my surprise when I got an email reminding me that I was all signed up...barely a week before the ride.
The fact that I've also signed up for the Crater Lake Century in August made me wonder, "What if I get all the way up to Crater Lake in Oregon only to discover I simply can't ride a century anymore? I better make sure I can still do this nonsense on my own turf." Then—using my special brand of bent logic—I also thought, "It's nearly impossible to forget things you need for your bike ride if you start from home, so let's do that." True, a packing list would also take care of that concern, but I was on a roll. (I also like the environmentally-friendly idea of NOT taking a car to the start of a bike ride.) So yeah, why not ride to the starting line in Encinitas. What's another 30 miles?
So at 4 am yesterday morning I got up to have breakfast and ride to the start. I could have gotten three more hours of sleep before helping other SDBC ride leaders corral the hundreds of cyclists who show up for the regular SDBC Saturday ride. That would have involved pedaling 83 fewer miles than I rode yesterday in the SDC. I could have just not shown up, but I'm even less fond of DNS (did not start) than I am of DNF (did not finish). Fortunately, I didn't sleep in.
The fact that I've also signed up for the Crater Lake Century in August made me wonder, "What if I get all the way up to Crater Lake in Oregon only to discover I simply can't ride a century anymore? I better make sure I can still do this nonsense on my own turf." Then—using my special brand of bent logic—I also thought, "It's nearly impossible to forget things you need for your bike ride if you start from home, so let's do that." True, a packing list would also take care of that concern, but I was on a roll. (I also like the environmentally-friendly idea of NOT taking a car to the start of a bike ride.) So yeah, why not ride to the starting line in Encinitas. What's another 30 miles?
So at 4 am yesterday morning I got up to have breakfast and ride to the start. I could have gotten three more hours of sleep before helping other SDBC ride leaders corral the hundreds of cyclists who show up for the regular SDBC Saturday ride. That would have involved pedaling 83 fewer miles than I rode yesterday in the SDC. I could have just not shown up, but I'm even less fond of DNS (did not start) than I am of DNF (did not finish). Fortunately, I didn't sleep in.
If you just ride your bike around by yourself just for fun and don't use Strava, you probably don't know the nicknames for all the local hill climbs that cyclists create and share for routine navigational communication. For example, SDBC's D2 ride (halfway between too fast and too slow) climbs the "Three Witches" every Saturday. I don't know where the name came from, but I know I've climbed them many times. They're very kind & manageable climbs, so I'm not sure why they got called "witches."
This weekend I learned another hill climb moniker: The Purple Monster. This 7-mile climb up Scripps Poway Parkway is a beast, for sure. I've ridden it a few times without knowing it's nickname. I've ridden it considerably faster than I rode it yesterday, despite it being a chip-timed, uphill "time trial" (TT) portion of the Monster this time around. Why? Because I was younger once upon a time. All my "PRs" (personal records) on it and other climbs were set before the days of GPS and bike computers. Now I'm a slower, older man and it seems every motion is being monitored, measured and timed in some way. I couldn't pretend to care yesterday. I made an effort to stay especially slow during this so-called time trial to help make sure I would finish the century and the extra 30 bonus miles. I know very well that if I ride over 50 miles in a day and I really push the pace, my back can give me problems and my leg muscles can cramp.
Contrary to yesterday's "slow and steady" century theme, I made an effort to keep the average speed of my previous century above 15 miles per hour. (In my youthful heydays, 20 mph was reasonable.) Nowadays, even 15 isn't so easy for this nonathletic 60+ rider anymore, especially when a lot of traffic lights, hills and rest stops get in the mix. That's fine. Yesterday's snail pace was a smashing success for me, with an average speed under 14 mph and me ending up in the slower half of all "racers" in the Purple Monster TT. The biggest challenge was knowing I was being timed while resisting the urge to go faster. Then again, knowing I'd be "pack fodder" either way made it somewhat easier to just chill. "Lose the battle and win the war," right? Overall, yesterday was a success because I kept the rubber side down, made it through the day without cramps or backaches, and I woke up this morning feeling fine. Yeah, my legs still got a little sore after 132 miles and my butt hurt from being in the saddle for over 9 hours, but hey, I did it. Unfortunately I felt too tired to join Chris Horner for a pizza and beer event at Holland Cycles.
This weekend I learned another hill climb moniker: The Purple Monster. This 7-mile climb up Scripps Poway Parkway is a beast, for sure. I've ridden it a few times without knowing it's nickname. I've ridden it considerably faster than I rode it yesterday, despite it being a chip-timed, uphill "time trial" (TT) portion of the Monster this time around. Why? Because I was younger once upon a time. All my "PRs" (personal records) on it and other climbs were set before the days of GPS and bike computers. Now I'm a slower, older man and it seems every motion is being monitored, measured and timed in some way. I couldn't pretend to care yesterday. I made an effort to stay especially slow during this so-called time trial to help make sure I would finish the century and the extra 30 bonus miles. I know very well that if I ride over 50 miles in a day and I really push the pace, my back can give me problems and my leg muscles can cramp.
Contrary to yesterday's "slow and steady" century theme, I made an effort to keep the average speed of my previous century above 15 miles per hour. (In my youthful heydays, 20 mph was reasonable.) Nowadays, even 15 isn't so easy for this nonathletic 60+ rider anymore, especially when a lot of traffic lights, hills and rest stops get in the mix. That's fine. Yesterday's snail pace was a smashing success for me, with an average speed under 14 mph and me ending up in the slower half of all "racers" in the Purple Monster TT. The biggest challenge was knowing I was being timed while resisting the urge to go faster. Then again, knowing I'd be "pack fodder" either way made it somewhat easier to just chill. "Lose the battle and win the war," right? Overall, yesterday was a success because I kept the rubber side down, made it through the day without cramps or backaches, and I woke up this morning feeling fine. Yeah, my legs still got a little sore after 132 miles and my butt hurt from being in the saddle for over 9 hours, but hey, I did it. Unfortunately I felt too tired to join Chris Horner for a pizza and beer event at Holland Cycles.
APX Sport Drink, Gnarly Nutrition, San Diego Century and the many friendly volunteers made the journey a breeze.
This ride was not a cake-walk, but I now have confidence that if I keep my training at a reasonable level for the next couple months, I'll have no problem with the Crater Lake Century. I'll also seek out some interesting CA/OR rides along my drive up there and back.
It's amazing and wonderful to be alive with self-consciousness and the physical ability to do stuff like this. I know this doesn't go on forever, which makes me appreciate it all even more. After a shower and dinner I enjoyed some mindless late-night talk shows on the DVR with a few beers and and a little [uplifting!] Candy Jack, so I finished my day feeling absolutely no pain and I slept like a baby.
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It's amazing and wonderful to be alive with self-consciousness and the physical ability to do stuff like this. I know this doesn't go on forever, which makes me appreciate it all even more. After a shower and dinner I enjoyed some mindless late-night talk shows on the DVR with a few beers and and a little [uplifting!] Candy Jack, so I finished my day feeling absolutely no pain and I slept like a baby.
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