I’ve been in a funk for a few days. It started Saturday when I rode in all the fog and drizzle. It’s spring for God’s sake; bring on the sun!
It was time to get back out on the bike tonight. Luckily my friend Meg was up to joining me. She has a “program” and today’s ride was supposed to be temp at level 2 (Zone 2 heart rate). I didn’t have a plan and just wanted to be on the bike. Given the fact that I haven’t been on it since Saturday, level 2 sounded good to me.
I thought it was just going to be Meg and me, but Stephanie also showed up. That was a good thing.
Stephanie, being a Cat 2 racer, is much stronger than Meg and me. I swear at times she was trying to kill us, or at least me, but I wouldn’t go down without a fight. (To make matters worse, she was doing it on her cross bike!)
We rode a fast tempo with a rolling paceline for about 50% of the ride. It was challenging but oh so fun to be cruising along together. There were also a few climbs, small hills actually, which I was swiftly dropped on. God I suck at climbing.
I learned a lot tonight. I always do when riding with Steph. I need to work on hills more (no brainer on that one). We discussed that the first one I was significantly dropped on was the perfect one to work hill repeats on. She also gave me a couple tips on holding the wheel in front of me, especially when climbing. It mostly requires suffering and digging even deeper. But I’m willing to work on it.
For dinner I had fruit and yogurt. It’s an attempt to lose some weight so I can climb a little bit easier. It’s a power to weight ratio thing – get the weight down if I can’t get the power up. However, the goal is to work on both.
Even with my failures on the hills I’m feeling terrific after having pedaled out of my funk and I am enjoying the peaceful feeling from the endorphins.