The tri circuit is a lifting circuit I try to do once a week that I found in triathlete magazine. As long as I do it once a week it seems to be keeping me muscularly maintained. lol. okay that sounded dorky.
OKAY I got to my bike today. I saw the opportunity, said "screw gas prices" and traveled to the bike trail for the 2 hour bike. Thats all I had the time for-oh well on that last half hour I was supposed to do.
So I always have the most interesting interractions at the trail lately (as if I go all the time! hahaha). Last time I talked about that guy I had to draft off of because I got bored. I wasn't looking for that kind of guy today. Today I was thinking "okay all I have to do is RPE 3 for 2 hours-piece of cake!"
First of all I went when the dial in my car read 103 degrees. SO that was a treat. I had made a nice concoction of full strength Gatorade Endurance (WAYYYY too sweet) paired with a NUUN tablet for a total of 680 mg of sodium plus other special stuff that is probably important. However I only had my one water bottle but thought I could refill along the way and be okay.
Started out cruising at about 23 mph. Felt easy, relaxing and hardly anyone on the trail (der who wants to be out in 100+ heat with no shade). There were the hard core riders and we did this sort of understood nod and smirk as we'd pass as if to say "okay, you're as insane as I am, cheers". I guess that made me one of the hard core today.
As I passed the threshold from mostly flats to rolling hills a rider I had passed earlier found me filling my water and told me I was going about his goal speed for the day and could he draft. He wasn't creepy or anything, probably about my age and had a really cool bike. I wasn't sure what to say "no way buddy, I'm enjoying my RPE 3, get out of here"? So I said "uh sure" stupid stupid stupid.
So yeah we're on HILLS and this guy is riding my butt and making me uneasy since I felt like I was going too slow for him. It was feeling like 110 outside, I'm in zone 4 (Spinning term: maximum effort!) and I'm thinking I'm going to have to call my husband to come scoop me off the pavement when I'm done with this guy.
I went 8 miles of hills with him and never dipped below 22 even on some of the very lengthy hills. I wanted to scream hallejujah when I saw a water fountain at the top of the hardest hill. I slowed and tried to control my breathing as I casually said "hey I'm gonna stop and fill my bottle" he seemed disappointed and just said "oh. okay, well thanks" and rode off
pant pant pant. I wanted to die it was so hot and I rode so hard.
Anyway, I had an uneventful time back to my car. I rode 40 and it felt pretty easy (besides that 8). I felt like I got used to the heat-even though that one water bottle surely didn't cut it. I had to refil 4 times and then got a 1 liter bottled water on the way home-it was gone in 2 minutes. The valve on my camelbak broke so a new one should be here any day.