The weekend was awesome. Saturday morning I packed up my crap and headed towards good old Green Bay. We meet in the parking lot and I got to see some people that I haven’t seen since last fall.
Well, once the ride got going it was fairly interesting. We managed to head towards the south on the frontage roads. Once we got outside of Wrightstown it was time to start heading back to the north. While on the southbound leg I finally go to see what Hauser looks like when he was in pain, I could tell he didn’t have the kick of years past. Well, that is ok since it is only March 6 because I don’t have the high end either. Once we turn around I start to ride with Steve and just b.s. about different things. I called him a bastard multiple times for the bike that he was riding on. I managed to start splitting up the group with a few accelerations up some hills, but once to the top I sat up and waited for them to catch back on. All in all the ride was good, I heard about 37 miles in about 2.25 hours. That was the first ride of any season where I didn’t feel like dying or being dropped in a long time.
Sunday would be different. I went to the roadie’s, a.k.a. Nate’s, house for a ride with a few of his teammates. We roll out at about 10:15 and head to the south. I could hardly sit on the seat because of the previous days ride. The beginning of the season sucks you have to work out the kinks and get ready for more. I knew going into to Sunday’s ride that it was going to be a faster ride. The ride into Freedom wasn’t bad, a little on the faster side for me this time of season but able to hold on. The rest of the ride proved to be a true test, going down some of the roads Chris would get on the front and my heart rate would go rather high, mid 180′s, as he pushed the pace well into the 20′s. After that it would slow down for a little bit so I could recover and the pace would pick up again. Then when we were almost home Nate was leading the train when he seen another rider on the road up ahead and he had to chase him down. This was another spot where the hr was close to a race effort for me. But the record was when I started to pull Q into the home stretch. I managed to “pin it”, at least attempt to, and I don’t know what the speed was but I could tell the hr was well into the 190′s. After we got back I looked at the monitor and it said that the official high was 196 with an average of 163, what happened to just cruising along for spring miles? Speaking of which this was 42 miles in 2.25 hours.
It was fun for the first weekend of riding. Time to get out and get some more miles so I don’t die on future rides.
