The forecast for Saturday called for rain, rain, and more rain. The ride forecast called for our longest ride of the season - R2R was offering 50 or 70 mile routes.
They altered the course again the day before, having us ride the 12 miles to rest stop 1, then turn around for a 24 mile route that we could then repeat if we chose to.
I was hoping I'd go for 48, but standing at the start line, cold, knowing it was going to rain, watching riders opt out of riding in favor of being SAG support.... I just knew 24 was all that was in the cards. And that is frankly ok, because I rode freakin' 62 last weekend.
Then I remembered my post about worrying about not being fast enough for tris, and I thought, ok, let's go for it, Lets kind of blow our wad today. Try to get in 60 miles of pain in only 24.
And so it was. I actually think I could have happily gone for the 48 if it wasn't so absurdly windy and if somehow we weren't riding into the wind for like the ENTIRE route (except for maybe the 2 most glorious miles I've ever experienced). It was just soul sucking. And it didn't matter how hard I freaking pushed, 12mph into the wind was all I had. All. I. Had.
The whole MS150 isn't going to be into a headwind, is it?
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