Tuesday, April 12, 2011

what goes up...

....must come down.  We all learned that in elementary school, right?


I've been emailing recently with someone on a local cycling team about joining.  Part of the process is to join them for a ride so they can check you out - I think mostly to make sure you don't show up on a purple tricycle and that you're at least going to make a reasonable attempt to keep up.  It's a strong team and I know that the best way to get better at anything is to do it with people who are stronger, better, and faster than you.  They do a Monday night no-drop ride which was what the very kind membership coordinator recommended I try.  I didn't really mention my PT restrictions on speed/climbing because I don't want to be the lame kid that shows up on the first day with a note.  And I discovered, in kind, that she didn't really mention that it's not just a ride, it's a hill workout, one that covers a lot of the tough terrain I rode in last summer's hill workouts - and more.  Sometimes I really am fascinated by life.


So I went, and I think that the worst part of the ride was actually that I just didn't know the route or what to expect, so I was afraid to really push anywhere because I had no idea how much gas I'd need in the tank to finish up.  I was very definitely one of the weakest people on the ride, but that actually makes me pumped to go back.  And when we got to the top of the last hill and the incredibly kind guy that hung back to make sure I didn't get lost said, "that's the last one!", I was actually surprised because in hindsight, it really wasn't all that bad.  I mean, I'm slow and my bad foot position works against me when I climb but there was nothing as awful as the short crit loop on the Conte's ride or anything I tackled at Reston last year.
There was also 1200 feet of descending to match the 1200 feet of climbing that we did over 15 miles. I saw speeds on my bike computer that I've never seen before, and it wasn't until I was flying down the last hill that the thought even crossed my mind to be afraid of what would happen if I crashed at 38mph, and then I let it go and enjoyed the ride.  Faith, not fear.


Day 11: 15.1 incredibly hilly, pollen-filled, awesome miles.

16 comments:

  1. That is insanely awesome!! Nice job!

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  2. 38! Killer.

    I like the version of this picture on fb. The purse looks awesome with that outfit.

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  3. Yay! I'm so glad you liked it and want to go back. There's something really gratifying about a tough hill workout -- that one looks super hard -- it probably is better in that situation not to know ahead of time!

    Can't wait to come out in a few weeks. Kicking cycling's ass -- here we come.

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  4. Damn girl! Those are some hills! You better be careful out there! No messing up anything else in that body of your m'kay?!?!?

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  5. Awesome Katie! I wanna tag along one of these days. So are you cleared now to use the climbing pieces of you? Or did you just glide up those hills despite NOT using those at all? Nothing would surprise me at this point, O Ye Of Strong Will.

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  6. almost 40 mph on a bike would Terrify me. I'm too scared to go 6.5 on foot.

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  7. Those groups are pretty intense...great job keeping up!

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  8. im impressed. i want to cycle with you asap. i need your skillz to help make me as bad ass as you are.

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  9. 38 mph is crazy awesome. I can't even imagine...

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  10. You so need to buy the new jersey to celebrate the new crew... :-) Great stuff!

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  11. Very nice!

    "I saw speeds on my bike computer that I've never seen before, and it wasn't until I was flying down the last hill that the thought even crossed my mind to be afraid of what would happen if I crashed at 38mph, and then I let it go and enjoyed the ride"

    Heh. One of my lessons from my horse-riding days -- there is no better way to ensure that you crash than to get scared and start second-guessing yourself. If you're going to ride, you need to be able to put the fear aside, or else you risk serious injury. Seems like it's the same for your type of "riding" (which I always call "biking" or "cycling" -- to me "riding"="horse").

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  12. Impressive! I'm glad you had fun. :)

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  13. You amaze me! You totally rock!

    And it was great to see you and your hubby while we were all playing hooky from the Friday night 5k. ;o) It was definitely a night where beer was better than endorphins LOL.

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  14. Oh girl, those group rides are no joke! D used to ride with a crew there, and now he found one here, and the stories of their little adventures are ridiculous. That being said, you WILL get a lot stronger through this endeavor! :)

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  15. I so totally believe in chasing fast people to get faster—and in doing stuff that scares the crap out of us. Your 70.3 (and spirit) will be stronger because of rides like that one!

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