Since you can't control conditions in races, you may have to power your way through rain, wind, dust, heat, plagues of locusts, etc..
With that in mind, I headed out to PCH for a long ride. Leaving my house it was a bit windy, but by the time I got to the coast the winds were very, very strong, and, of course, blowing south so as I rode north I got the full brunt of it (plus the occasional gust from the side, which was a surprise).
Although I desperately wanted to turn around, go home and curl up with a warm blanket, I kept riding. I knew I wasn't going to make my targeted distance of 100 miles, but I figured if I could just go a little further I'd be fine.
I stopped briefly at a farm stand where they had freshly dug green garlic (so tasty). I didn't have a backpack or bag since I was on the road bike, so I shoved the garlic up the back of my jersey, which made me smell great (I'm sure of it).
|I don't know what a Zuman is, but apparently it's vital.|
|Enough! I turn around!|
Mental toughness, right?
The really interesting thing is that today, my legs aren't hurting at all, and they probably should be. I guess that's a good thing.
|Bridge over the California Incline. The troubled waters are to the west.|