Okay, I’ve ridden twice now outside. I’m at a little less than 90 miles and this morning I woke up pretty worked over. Not anything concerning whacking my skull, but just overall fatigue. I guess not doing anything for over a month, mainly laying in bed, then riding a trainer pretty easy for another month, doesn’t prepare you well enough to actually ride.
Yesterday Vincent and I rode over to McDowell Park again and then rode trails to Brown’s Ranch. Some of the trails around here are super easy, so I’m not doing anything dangerous. Even saying that, there is a fair amount of climbing.
We ended up popping out over by Scottsdale and had close to 20 miles to ride home. We stopped at a Starbucks, then rode back. We did a few shortcuts, but the shortcuts ended up to be the hardest part of the ride. Steep residential roads. This bike I’m using isn’t the lightest bike on the planet, and I’m not the fittest guy either, so that combination made for a tired me.
We ended up with a bit over 59 miles with 4500 feet of climbing, but it took over 4 hours riding time. I was tired. I still am.
This morning we have to take Vincent’s Sprinter over to the Mercedes dealer in Scottsdale to get a new sensor somewhere. It is under warranty, but they had to order the sensor. We’re leaving the van, then riding 10 miles to meet someone Vincent knows at a trailhead.
It is supposed to be nearly 80 here today. Pretty nice. I’m am pretty pale. The palest I’ve been in my memory. Another by-product of no movement indoors. I didn’t get burnt yesterday. I would have thought that should have happened. I must have just absorbed the sunlight.
Okay, I guess I need to get ready for the next stage. I hope I have more energy when I start riding than I did sitting here. It is pretty disheartening. I say that, but I am so very happy that I can do this at all. I don’t take it for granted.