I went on a group ride tonight. I was sooo tired after just 15 miles--my ride on Sunday night was difficult, so my legs/knees were already spent before I even started the ride tonight. The wind was pretty bad, and after about mile 20-22 I had difficulty keeping up. It was so nice out, though, other than the wind. I wore a jersey and arm warmers and was sweating like crazy, although even without the arm warmers I would have been hot--I was hauling ass. I ended up with 27 miles. I don't think I'll have time to do a ride the rest of the week. :( I'm working until 6 every night. Sigh... I really have to get a messenger bag so I can ride to work.
Oh, and I almost got run into TWICE on the way home. On the way to the ride, I was actually a bit nervous... my "close call" last week wasn't really that close, but it was still on my mind. I ride relatively defensively, I think--always checking to make sure drivers see me, and keeping my hands on the brakes just in case. Anyway, one of the guys rode back with me to my apartment, and he had a pretty damn strong light. Actually, he even had TWO lights! Yet, we still had two close calls. Both drivers were coming up perpendicular to us on our right, making right-hand turns, and neither came to a complete stop. I'm guilty of doing this, so I can't really be too terribly pissed at them. It's still nerve-wracking, though. :( I don't think this night riding thing is for me. I'm going to have to get a $200 light for these damn drivers to see me.
Sounds like Shama's trainer will have a horse that I can ride... I'm still debating. I'd really just like to start training with Richard again. He was just so damn awesome. We'll see.
It's funny... a few times over the past month, I've run into cyclists on the group rides that rubbed me the wrong way. I've come close to running my mouth after my temper flared up, decided against it, and was grateful for it. One guy in particular has an enormous ego (he's young), he never points out debris in the road--another guy and I ran over some toy or something because it wasn't pointed out to us--and he's always "talking big". He's annoyed me several times, and I almost snapped at him tonight, but didn't. I'm glad, too, because he ended up helping me out when I got dropped, which was rather unexpected. Another guy that I initially didn't like because I thought he was an asshole turned out to be a nice guy. It's just funny, because when I was younger, I always used to regret not saying the first thing that came to mind, and now I'm grateful for it, although sometimes I can't stop myself from being a smartass.
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