Today I’ll be hard-pressed to get a gruesome version of Mud on the Tires out of my head. Messily merge this blog’s headline with Brad Paisley’s song then substitute a Cannondale for the Chevrolet and you, too, will be humming this not-CMA-award-worthy ditty.
Yup, I got a little squirrel on Mav’s tires. Say it with me: ewww!
Unfortunate Squirrel Incident of 2011 notwithstanding, today’s ride made me want to move back to California so I could do this all winter long. (Fear of earthquakes will keep me firmly anchored on the right coast.) The weather was stunning and I tackled more than ten towns before 10 a.m. Here’s the Garmin map and report–isn’t it pretty? 🙂
Today’s 47.96-miler unseated last summer’s 44-mile Cape Cod Rail Trail jaunt as my longest ride yet. This record won’t hold long; in 28 days I’ll do the 56-mile bike split of my first Half Ironman! Egads!
Today’s ride deviated from both my training and game plans. My training plan called for a “2-hour medium endurance ride”; I rode 2:43. (Sorry, Coach! Yes, I know more isn’t always better! I was just a little inspired!) Second, my game plan was to join a group riding from my gym at 8 am for a 25-mile out-and-back to Walden Pond. Company sounded like fun but this early riser couldn’t wait til 8…by the time they were clipping in I was snapping this picture:
I rode solo but was by no means alone; scores of early-morning cyclists snuck in miles before Dunkin’ Donuts-bound minivans started to roll. It looked like the whole professional peloton had descended upon Concord’s town green; Concordians are a fancy-pants bunch and it made me giggle seeing them all dressed to the nines for their group ride. (Also made me wonder: What would Ralph Waldo Emerson think?)
Since it took me weeks to embrace my inner blueness and dissect Maverick (i.e. change his tire), today was only my third 2011 ride on pavement. I dusted off my clip-in-clip-out skills and was kinda psyched to be able to feel the impact of winter training; my core is a lot stronger and I can feel it both in how I handle Mav and in how long I can stay “aero” (that’s what it’s called when you nuzzle into your aerobars and think skinny thoughts so you are as aerodynamic and therefore as fast as you can be). I practiced avoiding sharp pointy objects (mastering tire-changing on the fly can wait for another day) and annoyed the fancy-pants Concordians by showing them this Marlborough chick may not possess such studly duds but she sure can climb 🙂
Well, I gotta fly…since I failed at carcass avoidance I’ve a tire to clean. Yuck! Here’s hoping your rubber doesn’t meet a rodent!