Fall seven times and stand up eight.
After Ironman Timberman 70.3 I sign up for a century ride with couple of friends, not sure why since my longest ride was 56 miles during Timberman but I guess I was still suffering from post race amnesia and click “register”. I figure that if I really wanted to test the water and see if I can ever do 140.6, I will need to do few 100+ miles for training and since this was not a race, just an organized route with rest stops and bunch of crazy people doing lost of miles in their bikes, I thought why not.
The “race” was in New Jersey so wake up time was 5:00 am. We got there early enough to get ready and chat without rushing. It was a beautiful day, 60 degrees and very low humidity which is perfect weather for a bike ride make the ride.
You have hear me complain about how bad of the rider I am over and over, well this ride proof that I am also very bad following directions. To start I got very frustrate because I felt like I was not moving. I was struggling to get some speed. I ride not everyday but often and usually not less than 20 miles. I lost my friends around mile 40 and figure I can catch to them at the rest stop. No… I didn’t I couldn’t catch them. I was moving, I was pedaling but I was going anywhere. They are very new to riding, less than 6 months new. So my thought was, how could they go so fast? Why I can’t catch up to them? but I didn’t have time to be questioning myself because I now have found myself lost, yes lost in Jackson New Jersey. How did I got lost? still in question but I was lost and frustrated.
After circle around the same route trying to find my was back to the mark route, I was able to find two more riders that were also lost. At this point we are at mile 56 seating on a corner street trying to figure out how to get back to the route or back to the finish. We called the race people hoping they can either direct us to the right direction or pick us up but we got no answer and at this point all I can think was how to get back. I was tired, hungry, sore and very aggravated. I also needed to let my friends know I was ok. Hopefully my friends are not worry and I needed to call my husband in case he needs to call the highway patrol or something to get me out of here.
So I texted my friend Toni and let her know that I was lost but ok and then call my husband and with whatever battery left I have I GPS direction how to get back where I started.
It took me 8+ hours to complete 100+ miles and every single positive thought that I have to keep going.
What is the lesson learned?
I have learn few lessons while riding my long Century ride.
- 1st I need help with my bike so I think a coach my be the best route to understand why I am suffering so much on my rides.
- 2nd lesson, I am definitely NOT ready to take on 140.6 any time soon.
- 3rd May be it has to be something with with my bike.
At the end of the day I have to give a huge thank to my friend Toni and her friends Ali, Ed and Michele for waiting for me and cheering me on at the end. I couldn’t ask for a better “welcoming” cheer. I never thought I would one of those people that gets to the finish line and be the last soul to cross the finish line, even the volunteer were gone.
Also thank you to the awesome gentleman that I found along the way David and John for helping push through to the finish.
Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.
–F. Scott Fitzgerald
Next stop is Amy Ten Miler in October… seat tight and enjoy the ride.