43 MILE BIKE
July 16th, 2011- They were not kidding when they said conquer the hills and the heat. The 43 mile bike tour in Norman started at 7:30am. I was concerned about all the hills that every one was talking about, especially 46 miles of them (I thought it was going to be 46 miles, but my Garmin said 43). Most people talk about the heat while cycling, but that doesn't seem to bother me much, now in running, that is a different story. My temperature guage is best suited for running in Hawaii. Feeling the ocean breaze, smelling the fresh fragrant air, running through the botanical gardens, playing chase with the tide as it comes in, being saranaded by the birds. Sorry, I got lost in my other life momentarely. My longest ride so far was 30 miles. I was ready for a personal distance record.
Right off of the bat I almost squeezed someone into the curb as I was trying to turn and wave to Daddy, Asher, and Abram. " Focus, Janna, focus", that is what I had to tell myself as I pedaled slowly with hundreds of other cyclists. We took up the entire road for as far as you could see, it was exilirating. It was no time and someone had a small crash in the bulk of everyone, then another slipped on some water over the road. At this time the road was rough, too rough for me I thought. The crowd had thinned slightly, then I hear the sirens of the EMS come roaring by me. We were only a few miles into the ride, when one guy didn't make the corner and went down. I am glad I didn't see it happen. As I past him, I looked back, to find a guy in his middle ages, setting up, cuts on his knee, road rash on his arm, blood coming down his cheek. But what I remember most is his face, he had a lost expession that words cannot describe. (Sorry, family to scare you with the story, it scared me too!) Immediatly a sick feeling came over me and my internal dialog started. Should I be doing this? These roads are rough, I don't like this. I wanted to just turn off and do the 10 mile short course. Two nice ladies, Kathy and Dawn broke my internal turmoil when they approached me about my Chesapeake jersey, though off and on throughout the ride the man's face would come back to me and I would pray for him.
| Elevation chart of the hills. My elevation gain was 1388 feet! |
When I was descending some of the hills, I felt like I had a motor on my bike. THIRTY MILES PER HOUR, that's right, I was going that fast. I thought: When I was a kid, my big brother John fixed his go-cart up with a new seat, bright red paint, new handle grips, and a fine tune up. Do you know what he did? He gave it to me for Christmas with a big bow on it! I will never forget that day. It is one of the most special gifts anyone had ever given me. It wasn't just the fact that it was the coolest go-cart ever, and the pastures were now mine to roam. John and Dad had secretly put a lot of time into it, and it is something that John had passed on to me that he had truly enjoyed. Ok so let's tie this all together. My go-cart would go 30 mile/hour. Believe me, I never went that fast, that was too fast. So here I am out here on a bicycle going 30......craaaazzzzzy! After one of the big descents I was going 28 after the road had flattened out. About 25 to 30 cyclists in a group came flying by me like I was setting still. Wow, how are they going that fast? I felt like I was riding a bicycle on a nascar track. And no, I am not into nascar.
It took me 2:57 to complete the conquest taking my time. I averaged 14.5 mph.
6 MILE RUN
Unfortunately, for me the race had just begun. I do mean that. The race is in the run. I have always heard that, and I am a believer. It was 11:00am by now and 103 degrees with a heat index of 125 degrees. It was a perfect(or not so perfect) opportunity to get in a solid run after a long bike. Remember, in a little over two months I will have to swim for about 45 minutes, bike for about 3:45, and then run a half marathon. I headed out with my fuel belt and strong legs. I was pacing at about 9:43 or so and was happy to be feeling good. I kept hydrating along the way. At about 3 miles out I stopped at a 7 Eleven to go to the bathroom and then refill my bottles. FYI: 7 Eleven does not have cold water in their bathrooms. I doused my head and face with water trying to lower my body temperature. You would think I was taking a shower in there, with all of the water on the floor that I cleaned up afterwards. Out the door and I am feeling refreshed with the hot 7 Eleven water and the small break I just had. Refreshed until about mile 4.5 and here we go again. I am already out of water from drinking it and splashing it on me. I am hot, it is HOT! So in I go to a nice cool Jack In The Box. I refill my bottles at their COLD fountain and off I go. As soon as I take off I pour ice cold water all over me. That did the trick. I kept hydrating and pouring water on me enough to complete my 6 miles. I finished in 59:50, a 9:58 pace! I told Justin that I could have ran a half marathon if it was cold. He said "you mean if it was cooler?" I said "No, if it was cold." I felt strong, it was just too hot. I am very thankful for the excellent training day. I am getting there.
Kudos to the race setup (with exception to the rough roads in the beginning). The volunteers were very friendly and the race was well organized. I enjoyed cold ice water, gatorade, a couple of cookies, and oranges at the nice shaded rest stops provided. After the ride and run, my buddy Asher and I went in to get a great lunch to go. The only thing that appealed to me because of all of the exertion, were the gigantic bratwurst hot dogs (I guess I was needing the salt), whole grain rolls, and chocolate chip cookies, and pickles. I loaded up two of everything to share with Justin. Oh, and I won a drawing for a girft basket frome Canes Chicken Fingers too!
