After the whole, "I found a new bike route" thing, JulzHOLLA! and I opted to go to a route that we knew existed. And then Sven found another, and she talked me into that one. Well, I guess we could risk yet another bike route hunt and if we couldn't find it, I ofcourse know of ice cream places in the area. After all, this route was on flat land. I'd been bitching and whining about the steep hills (there's probably only two, but whatever) at our regular route. So, we went. JulzHOLLA! is a powerhouse on the bike. So, I told her to just go ahead, and do her own pace, I'd eventually catch up. She mumbled something about how windy it was and then took off.
And I embarked on what was proven to be the longest effn ride of my effn life. It just felt like I could barely pedal. Tried to pass the old man with no shirt on. And then I barely passed a jogger. JulzHOLLA! Slowed down at some point and I thought we'd gone halfway and she was ready to turn around and go back, but she was just slowing down to get me in eyesight said wed gone 4 miles and I wanted to cry. What is going on? Maybe I'm tired from the practice tri we did the day before. Or maybe I'm a weaker cyclist than I thought. I kept trying to bump up the gears and go faster, but inevitably just kept going down to the easiest and then just focusing on how many grasshoppers I could hit.
Finally, I came around a corner and there was JulzHOLLA! waiting for me. Oh please tell me she's stopped so we can turn around and not just for pity, and that we have more to go. JulzHOLLA! - the bad ass cyclist - is so bad ass, she has all kinds of technology on her bike and so, she had some kind of computer that told us how far we'd gone, so she reported that it just took us 48 mins to go 7.5 miles. That's not great. She must have seen my lip quivering in humility and promised me that it was the wind, and the ride back should be better. It was. It took her 28 mins to come back, I was five minutes behind her.
JulzHOLLA! asked me on the way home what I think about. Well, for that ride, I thought about drinking again. And then I just tried to kill grasshoppers. Put them out of their misery. They are so mean in A BUGS LIFE. So mean! And then I thought about the fire burning in my quads and how it's got to be good for me, because fat doesn't burn like that, so that's good right? Still, I hate it and switch the gears down.
That's how I roll - against the wind.
