Death March

There is something about suffering that just reals me in and won't let go. Once you start to suffer it would make the most sense to stop what you are doing. On the bike it is a little different. Its not like swimming. If you run out of gas in the pool you drown. Unlike running, you can not stop and walk. On the bike you are supported by your machine, and if you still have your equilibrium you can still coast. So, if you ride out into the middle of nowhere you have to make it back somehow. Instead of riding easy and taking more time, most of us would prefer to endure great amounts of pain just to get home quicker.

My legs were not any good when we started today. Maybe riding the track bike a couple of days before a big group ride is not a good idea? Rolling out of the Marketplace I felt fine as we cruised down Bluff road at a steady clip. But, once we rolled up into the bluffs I knew it would be a long way home. Maybe the fact that it was almost impossible for me to decend a staircase the day before would have clued me in on the fact I was about to suffer.