Tim started Saturday with a ride of his own while I was red lining for 2 hours at the Chain Drive. Olivia dropped Tim off about 50 miles out of Houghton and he finished with riding around Houghton/Hancock for awhile making it to Dollar Bay with 70 miles on his legs. Although taken at an easy pace the wind made it an up hill adventure and add 80 degree heat, needless to say he was spent. I didn't do as many miles on Saturday but I did deplete every bit of energy I had for the weekend in the 32 mile leg buster of a race they call the Chain Drive.
Sunday came to soon, (especially when you go to bed at 3 a.m., TIM!) The back and legs were trying to let me know this was not such a good idea. But we were up at 8 a.m. 
throwing down every carb we could find in the house. Tim mixed several different kind of cereals trying to find that magic mix. Come to find out, our magic mix was my mother-in-laws chocolate chip cookies, yum those tasted good at mile 10,20,30,40,50....... you catch my drift. The goal was to reach L'Anse so that we could stop at the Hill Top and reload with a heart stopping Cinnamon roll. We both had a half and our stomachs definitely let us know we had our fair share. After a few random comments from passer buyers, "Are you guys training for the Iditarod?" Tim's response, "What?" We continued on.
throwing down every carb we could find in the house. Tim mixed several different kind of cereals trying to find that magic mix. Come to find out, our magic mix was my mother-in-laws chocolate chip cookies, yum those tasted good at mile 10,20,30,40,50....... you catch my drift. The goal was to reach L'Anse so that we could stop at the Hill Top and reload with a heart stopping Cinnamon roll. We both had a half and our stomachs definitely let us know we had our fair share. After a few random comments from passer buyers, "Are you guys training for the Iditarod?" Tim's response, "What?" We continued on. 
3 flats, 1 stopped car to help us out, several honks, fresh mineral water from a pump, every kind of dead animal including a snake, a constant 1% grade, hard core biker tans, and 93 miles later we made it home.
All in all the ride went good and our legs held up considerably well for having hard efforts the day before. Monday was a slightly different story as our legs were not afraid to tell us how mad they were.
Sounds like a good time for a recovery week after all that.Time will tell if it was training or stupidity...your legs will let you know in the bikefest races.When in doubt...rest.
ReplyDeleteThat has to be a pine snake!