The Weekend

Friday:

I ran 5 miles over on the levee over by the landfill, next to the Skate Park, and did strides. One of those days where you go out slower than you come back.

Cleaned the house Friday night for like 5 hours, and then, since it was suppose to rain hard in Marin on Saturday morning, the ZGirls that I was going to meet up with from ZteaM and I decided to postpone our ride.

Saturday:

Planned on heading over to Berkeley, instead for a short ride of the Bearathlon course.

I couldn't find an elevation picture, but suffice it to say it's steep. It goes straight up Centennial Road, above the football stadium. I was putting out around 190W and doing 5mph. Then it goes across Grizzly Peak, which is a false flat, and then down, down, down Claremont, where I easily hit 40mph, even with getting stuck behind a car that was going slower than me.

This is what it looks like during the ride:



Not that it looks like that when it's raining (which it was) or when you're racing (which I will be).

450kJ in an hour, that's some steep shit.

Had hamburgers and watched MTV with Sachini, then it was over to Marin.

Sunday:

I wanted to do a nice, medium, 3 hour ride. I'd have been ok with 2 and a half or 3 and a half. So imagine my surprise when we're about 2 hours out and Steve's like 'yeah, so if we want to get back in 4 hours, we may have to just turn around now'. um, what.

Ended up coming back around Nicasio resevoir and then I went by San Geronimo and Steve went farther through Lucas Valley.

This is what marin looks like: (you can't say it isn't pretty and shit)



After Steve turned to add on Lucas Valley, it was a little after 3 hours, I had maybe 10-15 more miles and I just died. Dead. Gone. Thought about laying down by the side of the road and just going to sleep. Part of it is that I haven't done a ride that long in a few months (been mostly stuck in the mid-40s), part of it was that my legs were dead from climbing the day before and it doesn't help that everything in Marin is hilly and partly it's just that riding with Steve can be hard. Not really, really hard, but a little bit too fast for me and if I stop paying attention for a second or slow down a second, I fall off his wheel and then it's even more of a bitch. So, I stopped and had the last two bites of my bar and started to feel better about 15 minutes later. And eventually I made it up over Whitehill and then coasted into San Anselmo. 4 hours, 58 moderately hilly miles, 1440 kJ. Not bad for the weekend.

Then this morning someone asked me what I did this weekend and I was like, 'eh, nothing'.