Prior to doing a 100 mile ride I have a talk with myself about why I want to work so hard. Why do I want to put my body through this? Can’t I find somewhere else to sit for five and a half hours than on my minimalist bike saddle? Seems like I always lose that argument.
I was on the bike at 6:50 this morning.
David and I teamed up and hit the first climb together. Because he weighs 160, and because I have gravitational issues due to my considerable mass, I fell behind. It took 15 minutes to catch him, and then we traded pulls into the forecasted LIGHT AND VARIABLE [really 20 mph] winds. The first 22 miles were unpleasant.
We did persevere and found our way to the descent into La Crosse Wisconsin – no doubt named after a native American sport involving sticks and balls made from animal skins.
After picking up a nice tailwind [aren’t all tailwinds nice?] we ate up the miles – including the 14 mile climb that killed us yesterday. It’s a fine way to end a century ride. Sometimes a tailwind comes just when you need it.