Another Long Saturday...

Today was my long ride day, scheduled for 5 hours and 45 minutes. I got out the door by 9:30 am after taking about 30 minutes just to find all the stuff I needed for the ride. It's amazing how long it takes to find clothes, fill water bottles, get iPod, clean glasses, etc. Even though I try to get out the door with everything I need, about 7 km into the ride I realized I forgot my flashing safety light for the back of my jersey and I needed to turn around and go home.

I put on the safety light and left home for a second time, then 18 km in to the ride I got a flat front tire. I hit a pot hole and it went flat. It took me 12 minutes to change the tire and after I did change it, I decided to ride back home to pick up another spare tire just in case I got another flat, I also needed to pick up my GPS which I also forgot to bring.

When I had to go home for a second time, a cyclists passed me going the opposite direction and didn't wave back to me. Because I decided to go home to get a spare tire, I turned around and started to follow him from a quarter mile back and started closing on him fairly quickly. As I got closer and was going to pass him, he decided to stop and take a drink of water and when I passed he turned his back completely on me as if I didn't exist. What a loser! That is what gives cyclists a bad name in terms of being arrogant and rude. I guess he couldn't imagine being passed by a triathlete.

The day was hot and humid, well into the 30's C. Normally, I really love the heat, but today it was tough to ride in. It seemed that every 4 pedal strokes I'd feel a wave of heat coming up through the pavement and it would just radiate through my entire body. I also ended up meeting another triathlete on the road named Jamie Grant. It turns out he lives just around the corner from me in the house with the Porsche's in the driveway. He's is a lawyer turned Canadian Tire Owner in Milton. Sounds like a good trade

I ended up riding 174 km at a 30.3 kph pace. I felt a little more tired that I usually do when I get home from a long ride and I wasn't sure if it was the heat, or the heavy training week, or the fact that I'm still recovering from last weekends visitors. Near the end of the ride I couldn't stop thinking about a nice COLD beer. I had a Carlsberg lite tall boy in the fridge and kept visualizing in my mind and telling myself that the minute I get home I'm going to drink it.

Which I did! Then I had some more and felt a lot better.