It finally happened... I bought a magic water bottle...
On a particularly stupid ride last week (for reasons I'll mention in just a bit), I discovered that the shop water bottles from Velo City are magical... as in, when ejected from my behind the saddle cage, they vanish into thin air... I've already told the guys who work there about their magical water bottles... apparently, a guy named Jack came in a week earlier and told them about some magic (sports) beans they sold him... weird...
So, about this stupid ride...
A few entries ago, I mentioned that I was dialing back on training to account for the massive amount of school work that I have left to finish before the end of the semester... The drop in training has been good for me... and bad for me... Good because I'm not as tired as usual (still tired, just not Hell Week tired)... but bad because I'm tired (not sleeping well, stressed, etc)... So you can see how this double edged sword is cutting me right in half.... It's been tough to put school over training, mainly because training is fun, school is not... but aside from that, because the weather has been so badass here lately... But I digress...
So, I decided last week to cut out of work/school a little early and try to get in the 2 hour ride that Kendrick had sent me... having been in front of a computer screen writing all day, I hadn't eaten much (or drank much either, aside from spit)... I knew I shouldn't ride, but my ego told me "you can handle this, it's only 2 hours and you don't have to ride hard... go easy, you'll be ok".... I, as you can guess, listened, crushed a gel and two string cheeses...
Hopped on the bike and was gone....
15 minutes in, and we have a problem... the magic water bottle finds a way to eject itself out of my cage and I spend 10 minutes looking for it.... Gone... without a trace...
Now, I have to mention... for those of you who train, there is no such thing as an "easy" workout... it just doesn't feel right to go out and half ass it on the bike, or not push myself on runs, or not risk drowning from exhaustion from swimming.... anything worth doing is worth doing right...
Fast forward... I'm about an hour into my ride, 18 miles from home, and it hits...
BONK!
Pull over, throw up, ride a little more, repeat.... managed to pull this manuever more than once on my attempt to get back home... My puking gave way to dry heaving pretty quickly, since there was zero in my stomach to come back up....
18 miles from home, I considered calling my buddy Shayne to come pick me up... but then I heard that little voice say, "don't call him, HTFU, get back on this f'ing bike and pedal"... Thanks ego, I hadn't heard from you since you talked me into this doomed ride an hour ago... nice of you to show up...
Needless to say, I made it home... Tired, dehydrated, and mad as hell, I made it home...
Lesson learned: do what your ego tells you, just make sure you've had a bit of food beforehand!
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