I'd just biked up the Mangaroa Hill and then turned left towards the dip. I passed some Pukekos on the side of the road. One kept running into the bush, the other one just lay there having been hit by a car (sad face). The one running away must have been it's mate because it kept hanging around running back to the bush when anyone came near. That was kind of sad. Pukekos are cool, watch out for them.
And then I was at the top of the dip. Then I was at the bottom of the dip and then I was nearly at the top of the other side before I even had to the about pedaling!!! WHHHHEEEEEEEEEEE!!! That was pretty fun. And you know what? Maybe if I do that a few times that will help get my climbing distance up. But SHHHHHH Don't tell Wayne my plan!!
So I went down then back, then down and back, and then...I was bored with that. The excitement of the first time very quickly wore off. And I didn't have all day to play in the dip. I'd planned to do 115km. I was only going to add another 20km from my last ride but Strava was having a challenge in October of riding 115km. So that's what I was doing. And I was not going to get that 115km going up and down the dip!!
I had a rough idea of where I wanted to go but other than that I didn't really know where I was going. I was just following the road. And feeling really good. I had my snacks but I was trying a new product for the first time. A drink that kept your electrolytes balanced but even better than that it was supposed to keep you mentally alert. Which I guess is pretty important when you're out on the road.
After the last couple of big rides my memory was pretty shocking in the evening. Forgetting things, trying to hold a conversation was a bit challenging when I kept forgetting what I wanted to say. I need to take some responsibility and get on point with my nutrition so will be dusting off The Eat to Compete book.
But on this ride I was on fire!! I felt amazing!! I biked through Whitemans Valley and then down Blue Mountains, only realising when I got to the bottom that I should've come from the other direction so I could've gone up Blue Mountains. So I did the only logical thing, (after my snack and mandatory video break). I biked back up the hill. When I bike a hill my sole focus is on making sure I don't stop. So far I'm pleased to report that I haven't stopped when going up a hill. I may go pretty slow but I'm fine with that. And I needn't have worried about trying to get my climbing distance up, I did 3 hills that day and my climbing distance was just shy of 1800m.
Just a note here. I got to the bottom of Blue Mountains the first time and realised I hadn't turned my Strava back on after the Pukeko video!!! That was nearly 15km not included. And I was going for the trophy on Strava for completing the 115km challenge. So did I make excuses and blame he pukeko, Strava, my parents, my siblings, the fact that I'm blond (haha jokes). Did I blame all the external factors and people I could think of? NO I DID NOT!!! I put my big girl undies on, I owned my mistake and I did the only logical thing.
I biked 130km instead of 115km.
For some reason it was super important to me that I get that challenge complete. Maybe it was the little virtual trophy, maybe it was the fact that I complete what I start. Who knows, either way I was bloody well doing it!!!
After I'd been north and stopped at home for a quick bit of lunch I headed south into Wellington. I flew in. It's amazing what a bit of a tail wind can do. I biked around the Bays and for a small section I was heading north and into the wind...HARD WORK!! I am sooooooooooo over Wellington wind. I would just love at least one day a week where I didn't have to battle with the wind. Is that too much to ask, Mother Nature??
But I was determined, I had my super drink and I had my commitment to going until I hit 100km then I could think about turning around and going home. I was a machine, going and going and going. Like the Eveready Bunny. And to think, only two months ago I had never ridden for more than 40km in one go. Consistency is key!!!
So I got to my 100km point and it felt wonderful!! Triple digits!!! Make sure you watch the video below as there's a little gift for anyone who can tell me where that 100km point was.
And then the switch was turned off. Someone took my batteries out. I got complacent, I'd reached 100km and then everything got really hard from then on. The wind was too windy, my legs were tired. I just wanted to get home. But there was still 30km to go. It was sooooooooooooo hard going. At one point my toes felt like they were on fire so of course I was going through all the possible scenarios of what might happen to my toes. My shoulders were getting sore as was my wrist (I haven't decided yet if my wrist is from biking or my phone but it definitely didn't start until after biking). But I had planned that on purpose. To keep going until I reached 100km and THEN head for home. And on my bike was the only way there. Giving up was just not an option!!!
However, I was starting to think that maybe I'd have to take Wayne's advice on board and get a proper road bike, that maybe, just maybe, he was right about that (but shhhh...don't tell him that bit either haha).
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