I promised to report (Bee writing) about where we went on our long ride last weekend, but here it is, already Thursday. See, here's the thing, it was awesome and traumatic and life-affirming, and so many things all at once, I think I was overwhelmed to capture the day in writing.
Let me see if I can capture it eloquently: Our group of four met at a park in Tukwila at 11:30, it started raining before we got on our bikes. K had a flat tire at her house. We were soaked rats within the first few miles along the Green River trail. Confession that V and I shared, we only knew about this trail from the infamous serial killer back in the 80s/90s.
Ar around mile 11 ish, K had a pretty loud blow-out, we saw a spark from her front tire. So we all pulled into a small (and creepy) park, which thankfully had a honey bucket. The state of her tire was not amenable to a patch, so B and K stayed at the park and Bee and V started biking over to a "near-by" bike shop to get K a tube. 4.8 miles* or one hour later, we returned triumphantly with the tube and we carried on, all voting to return back to the cars and chalk this day up to "real-world training vs endurance riding." I think we all had planned to get in at least 40-50 miles.
*The photo on the left is our reaction when we realized that saving K's tire would involve climbing this hill in Des Moines. The pic doesn't do that blasted hill justice, but I'll tell you that our max speed all the way up was 2.8 mph. Pretty sure it was 1.5 miles to the top. And, as icing on the training cake, the pic on the right, is what we did the very next day, stock up on replacement tubes. Moral: sometimes training isn't about exercise, it's about accessories and finding out what you don't know how to do. Total miles: 33 + hard-earned knowledge --Bee
Let me see if I can capture it eloquently: Our group of four met at a park in Tukwila at 11:30, it started raining before we got on our bikes. K had a flat tire at her house. We were soaked rats within the first few miles along the Green River trail. Confession that V and I shared, we only knew about this trail from the infamous serial killer back in the 80s/90s.
Ar around mile 11 ish, K had a pretty loud blow-out, we saw a spark from her front tire. So we all pulled into a small (and creepy) park, which thankfully had a honey bucket. The state of her tire was not amenable to a patch, so B and K stayed at the park and Bee and V started biking over to a "near-by" bike shop to get K a tube. 4.8 miles* or one hour later, we returned triumphantly with the tube and we carried on, all voting to return back to the cars and chalk this day up to "real-world training vs endurance riding." I think we all had planned to get in at least 40-50 miles.
*The photo on the left is our reaction when we realized that saving K's tire would involve climbing this hill in Des Moines. The pic doesn't do that blasted hill justice, but I'll tell you that our max speed all the way up was 2.8 mph. Pretty sure it was 1.5 miles to the top. And, as icing on the training cake, the pic on the right, is what we did the very next day, stock up on replacement tubes. Moral: sometimes training isn't about exercise, it's about accessories and finding out what you don't know how to do. Total miles: 33 + hard-earned knowledge --Bee
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