107 miles ridden in the main set
18 miles commuting and warm up
125 total miles biked
4 x 10 minute high zone 3 intervals in hour 3
3.2 miles run
8400 feet of climbing
3 amazing people that did a tag team to help me get my mileage in
1 pothole hit
2 bottles launched
1 tired flatted
1 tire fixed by yours truly with no assistance whatsoever
6 geese dodged
3 wild turkeys spotted
1 squirrel hit by my tire (so sorry, poor innocent squirrel)
2.5 power bars eaten
3 powergels consumed
4 bottles of gatorade drank
2 bottles water taken down
1 crotch really, really sore
1 really stoked chick
And just a small story that only the Cleveland peeps will really appreciate.
When I had been riding for 90 miles Tony and I came to a fork.
He said- "we can go back now, or we can head into Holden"
I said- "Is it hilly?"
Ha! What that really meant was- Please, oh please tell me that you are talking about a different Holden than I know
He said- "yeah, it's really hilly. Let's go- you need hills"
So down we go. And the Cleveland peeps know the rest of the story.
We did THE HILL
Yes, the hill. The hill that brings grown men to tears. The hill that kills the spirits of dozens of triathletes every year. The hill that you can actually hear coming. How? As you approach that hill during the Greater Cleveland Triathlon all you hear is:
click, clack, click, clack
What is that? That is the sound of cycling shoes on pavement.
I did buzz kill hill at mile 95 of my ride
and I survived. With my shoes IN the pedals, thank you very much
But then there was this little catch... I had been gone for 95 miles and I was in friggin Mentor Ohio! Yeah, not close to home. So we headed back and of course, needed to climb one more huge hill to get out of the valley. It seriously took every once of strength I had left, in the granny gear, to get my tired ass up that hill.
And now I think I can really say
Bring on CdA, baby! At least the bike course....
(oh, and knee is feeling better- Yay!)