Friday when I drove into work I should have stopped, turned around, and gone home. I have a zombie apocalypse plan.
And I should have known that this might be warning of the weekend to come:
But instead I drove in to work like a responsible employee, granted I did keep Pepito close by in case there were zombies.
I left early to take my Dad to lunch as Beignet had to have surgery this week due to stomping on a thorn while digging in Mom's yard. Soooo - I owed Dad a burger.
Saturday morning I jumped out of bed at the ripe, early time of 0900.
I slept in too late to make the group ride again this weekend. Damn comfy bed!
But I got up, found some chamois pants, and grabbed Lil Beast.
I left straight from the house and headed to the park. It is only a couple miles away and I bet it takes longer to load and unload Lil Beast then it does to just ride over there.
My Garmin was dead, so I used my backup iPhone app to track the ride.
I headed east and followed the trail, avoiding dog poop and runners while feeling pretty good.
I was also patting myself on the back for not falling.
I was just over 5 miles into the ride, and I saw this sign:
I figured curves - awesome - I got this.
And then I saw this sign:
This sign did not make me think things would be awesome.
I made the turn, down shifted into a low gear, and pedaled. I even stood up from my saddle to give myself more push.
When I realized I didn't have the strength to make it, I tried to unclip and put a foot down.
But the good news is that now my left leg looks like my right leg.
After the fall, I picked myself up, walked Lil Beast up the hill, and clipped back in. The rest of the ride looked like this
I was breathing heavy, and the sun was climbing so I was sweaty and hot.
As I neared the end of the trail I saw another big hill down. I knew I would enjoy going down that hill, but might not have the energy to get back up it.
So I wimped out, and turned around.
I was exhausted pedaling back through all the hills and turns I kicked a$$ through earlier.
I was going into the wind and I was tired.
Plus - my leg kinda stung.
In the end I rode 13.1 miles in about 1:14 - WAY faster than any half marathon time I have had!
I have also decided that maybe I need long pants for any future rides.
Dad offered my old training wheels - he actually found them in the garage.
And now - LUNCH!
Go team go - zombies are coming!