My weekend wouldn't be complete without the Sleeping Giant ride. I rolled out of the house at 9am hoping to get in some miles before the onslaught of the ride while the rest of the family went to church. I hope I'm not going to hell because I'd rather ride my bike than go to church...but, then again, the sleeping giant ride, combined with my current level of fitness, has become my personal purgatory.http://connect.garmin.com/activity/17105954#
As for the ride, the pace was somewhat human for the first few miles. I few of the local superstars went up the road and I was hoping that the remainder of the ride would continue at it's current pace. But these are the World Championships, so that was not meant to be. Right before we hit Vernon Rd, a few of the superstars that previously went up the road decided to return to the group to torture the rest of us. By the time we reached the ski resort, my fuse was lit and I knew my time was limited. Once we hit the risers after the ski area, I was done. After that, I couldn't even keep with some of the back markers (who took the shortcut) that went by me like I was dragging a piano. Pride would not allow me to take the shortcut and I was resigned to the fact that the rest of my ride would be solo. The headwind out of the north didn't help either. Ed was nice enough to turn around and keep me company on the way home. I was hoping to stay with the ride longer than two weeks ago, but that didn't happen. I'd like to think my workout from the day before did me in, but I just think it's my lack of fitness. Oh well, on to next week...
