A few months ago, I got all fired up and registered for the Spring Death Valley Ultra Century. I figured a mere century wasn't all that much of a challenge, so why not go big?
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
It takes place in early March, which at this point, is a mere six weeks away.
Except that between flying back east for the holidays to overeat and then getting bronchitis, I haven't trained.
Today, I rode 50 miles and my ass is, as they say, grass.
I have no idea how I'm going to get from 50 miles (at an average speed of 12 mph, BTW), to 150 miles in SIX WEEKS.
I think I might be really, really fucked.
I'm trying to keep a sense of perspective in that they won't charge me more if I don't finish, and it'll be a lovely ride no matter how far I get, but my ultra-competitive inner jock is having none of it, no Sir.
I have to complete the ride in 13 hours to officially finish, which at my current fitness level, I'm not sure I can do.
My main problem is my hamstrings tightening up and saddle sores due to the seat rubbing. I try to stretch in the saddle (raising up off the seat, leaning on the handlebars and doing a sort of cat cow). I'm sure the saddle sores will resolve themselves with a bit more callus, but if I can't get a handle on this hamstring crap, I'm going to be hamburger after, well, 50 miles.
Six weeks to go.