This past weekend was a doozy on the *training to train* TGP plan . I did a little riding. Ok, A LOT of riding. The b2b ride to be exact. It's a 148 mile trek from The Harpoon Brewery on the waterfront of Boston to the Harpoon Brewery in Windsor Vt. I have done this ride several times over the years and this year was no different. Pretty much a hefty dose of pedaling which panned out to be eight hours and forty five minutes of saddle time averaging 16.9 total ride time (can I just say 17mph?) That sounds much faster!
Here's how the day looked
3:45 AM wake up call
4:30 AM drive to the waterfront/ fish pier in Boston
5:30 AM miss the exit and drive to the airport instead (Doh!)
6:05 AM quick drop off, packet pick up, chamois creme slathering ..no wait I did that at 3:55!
mile 16.. First basic (no food) aid station pee stop but i don't have to pee.
mile 46.9 Rest Stop #2
WOW! that was the best 46.9 miles I've ever done. We are averaging 18.9
Ok... so I let the chivalrous boys lead and burn out their legs pulling me along for this aperitif part of the ride.
mile 70 Aid Station # 3 Good lord, THE HILLS. I am rapidly burning all my matches. My quads begin to feel trashed .
mile 97.5 Aid Station. I roll in with my group with bone dry bottles. I stop and sit down in front of the mini Snickers bars box at the end of a table carefully unwrapping them because they are melting and strategically pop them into my mouth not knowing or caring who is watching me. The thought of having 50 more miles is unsettling. My knee caps are shaking. It's getting hot and I'm getting cranky. Need to say more?
mile 125.6 FINAL Aid Station Forget the pickles on the table. I drank the pickle juice and give my Team Mate Scott Schorer a cup as he is just one big giant CRAMP at this point in the ride.
I am sweaty, my hands are sticky from Blackberry Gu. My A$$ hurts and my right calf is cramping.
I have to use the porta potty to pee. It's hot in there with very little air and I'm already sweating BUCKETS but I sweat even more now that I've stopped riding. My shorts are stuck to my hips and feel like they are 2 sizes too small with the sticky sweat. I pee and it's a trickle. The sunscreen I just slapped on my already burnt face is now running into my contacts from the steamy portapotty's interior climate.
My feet feel swollen and my wrists, shoulder blades and neck are sore yet I am happy, YES HAPPY and wound up tight on caffeinated gels and Cliff Bloks. I've made it 125.6 miles on minimal fitness and my friend Maggie is sticking to me like glue even though she's done 8 billion - 6 hour rides getting ready for Ironman Germany. Bless her.
I leave this aid station with 2 full bottles of rocket fuel mixture: PowerBar drink mix and coke which gets me through the last hilly 23 ish miles to the finish.
I lose Maggie who surges ahead and I stick with her friend Brian. He is dying a slow death so I take off and LATCH onto one more mini group to the finish but not until I've time trialed it for 4 miles to catch this group. Oh... My.. God.... Finally, the quaint covered Vt. bridge that smells like old antique wood... 3 more miles but not without one more nasty hill before the brewery.
4:30ish PM find my gear bag and shower
5:15 PM consume beer and chow on bbq
6PM Jump on a bus back to the water front of Boston
8:30 PM retrieve bike and drive home
9:15 Stop at Micky D's for a vanilla shake and hot crispy salty fries
10 PM Shower again
10:30 PM Drop into my sheets
9AM (the next day) Do the Wayland One Mile Open Water Swim
It's one bad a$$ long day, that is for certain but a great feeling of accomplishment to make it through the day without out any crashes, bonking, flats and or mechanical issues with a Bonus-beautiful day.
Many many thanks to Mavic, Ibex CycleLoft Poweraid, Zico, Vitamin Water, CiclismoClassico, Cliffbar, CapeCod chips, Aid station 46.9 manned by The Boston Tri Team, Mary Schiner and friends raising funds for the PMC at aid station 97.5, Aid Station #3 staffed by Dean and Shelly Varnier and all the people who
helped make the day a safe and fun challenge.
Lastly My team, Team Psycho and The Harpoon Brewery. Without the planning and dedication to this ride, it would never be the success it has become raising funds for the Team Psycho Elite Development athletes and The Jim Kenary Brain Tumor research fund.
Happy Training and remember... rubber side down