Rolling roads of Santiago Canyon (not my photo)
Everything in the land of triathlon becomes doubled. If you can do a sprint, you can do an olympic distance. If you can do an olympic, then surely you can do a half Ironman. Once you've gone that far, why not?! Go big or go home! You can totally do a full IM. This type of rationalizing is what my brain subjects my body to. It's exactly why I said, "A 50 mile bike ride? Sure, sounds like a great idea" even though I've previously ridden only 25 miles. 25, 50, whatever, right?
One of my favorite quotes is, "If you're going to doubt something, doubt your limits". Every day this phrase rings true for me. Who am I to judge what I can and cannot do? I have proven my internal naysayer wrong too many times. I have learned to approach life as openly as possible. Having no clue what 50 miles would be like, I cannot say whether I can or cannot do it. The worst case scenario? I have to stop and have the guys come get me. The cost? A little pride. That being the worst outcome, I agreed and we headed out last Saturday.
We started on El Toro Road next to the toll road and headed out around the backside of the hills on Santiago Canyon. It was cloudy, cool and everything was verdant green from the rains the night before. Doing any ride for the first time is the most difficult. Not knowing the terrain means I don't always time my shifting and energy expenditure correctly and wear myself out. The first half of the ride went beautifully and I found out that the half way point was just about at my mom's house!
The second half of the ride was okay. I did better than I thought up until the last quarter of the ride. Every hill just started to suck. Even the little hills. I finally pedaled back into the parking lot where Adam was waiting for me and I dismounted my bike in a low-blood sugar rage and swore that I was NOT going on the run afterwards. Turns out I needed one more bottle of water and one more package of food on the ride. The moment I ate, I felt worlds better, slipped on my running shoes and headed out with the guys on a run. Note to self: bring more food and water!
Most surprisingly was that my legs were just a little stiff the next day. I forced myself to take two days off and went back at it this morning with a swim/ride session and felt great! Another good weekend enjoying feeling healthy, positive and on track. You never know what you are capable of until you try!!