I could've died!
I decided on Friday to join a group of cyclists from a local bike shop. They have a 20 - 25 mile route that they take on the weekends. I was very anxious on Friday night and didn't sleep that well.
I met the group - there were 5 of us - at 8:00 a.m. The owner of the shop was nice enough to make some adjustments for me and pump up my tires. (Yay!)
Off we went and I was almost trembling from the very start. We went through some beautiful neighborhoods that I've never seen and off on to some country roads. It was a very scenic route with lots of wildlife and birds. How wonderful to be able to actually hear the sounds around you, as compared to being in a car.
As I was just beginning to relax, we came upon a road called "Hilltop". Um, yeah. Apparently, it is the highest point in the area. My speedometer clocked me at 3-5 mph as I struggled up this hill. I was especially nervous because my feet were locked into those pedals. If I should run out of steam, I would simply fall over. Thank goodness, the owner of the bike shop was kind enough to ride next to me and literally, push me up the hill. Whew! I definitely felt my heart beating after that!
I did learn quite a bit about how to pedal better. I have normally been pushing through my toes - which causes my toes to go numb - when I should be pushing through my heels. Once I figured this out, the other hills weren't quite as bad as I was using the strength in my thighs and my calves.
Then we approached the first street where we actually had to come to a complete stop. Ok, remember to pop your foot out of the pedal. Well, this particular stop was at the top of a steep hill. As I was struggling to get up the hill, I was not able to put together how to pedal uphill and take my foot out of the pedal. At the top of the hill on the side of the road was a tree and then a steep downgrade. I couldn't get my foot out and I knew I was heading right for that tree. And then I would continue to fall down the 15 or so feet to the bottom of the embankment.
I thought I was going to check out but in my panic, I managed to pop my right foot out, fall to the left (opposite the embankment) and miss the tree. My bike hit the tree but I didn't. Wow! I'm learning how to fall! The rest of the group were very worried - they all thought I was going to be seriously hurt. So did I!
I fell a second time some time later but again, didn't get hurt that bad. (Well, I found later that I was bleeding from my leg and I'm still not sure how I did that.)
We completed a little over 20 miles and it really wasn't as bad as I thought. I hated the hills but enjoyed when we went downhill. I found I was sometimes going 20-25 mph! What a rush!
My body could not get enough caloric intake after that. I ate for hours when I returned home yesterday. Then I crashed. I was so tired that I had to lie down. I tried to nap but my mind kept replaying the incident with my first fall and the tree.
I also couldn't relax because the ex was packing everything he could get his hands on. He's panicked because we are moving this weekend. I know I should've been helping but I think I'll still have time to get it all done. (Hopefully) My body just needed the rest!
Anyway, I thought I'd share the latest adventure. My metabolism has definitely kicked in since I've been training every night. I have got to make an eating plan if I'm going to attempt 150 miles. Otherwise, I will run flat out of energy and crash. And hopefully avoid any trees in the process.