So back in December, right after our wedding, Mr. Tux and I went down to the local bike shop. After spending a couple hours finding the perfect bike and fit (a story for another day), we went home with a new Trek 7.5 cross bike for me. The idea behind all this being that I would get into cycling and work on catching up to Mr. Tux’s abilities in the sport. Up until yesterday I was doing pretty good. I had put about 137 miles on my bike between riding inside on the trainer and a couple 22 mile rides from our house to the neighboring town and back.
When we bought my 7.5 Mr. Tux was all like, …”you’re gonna want the drop bars some day.” Well I found out just how much I want them yesterday on my ride from hell. My husband and I have a bargain going on…if I ride ten rides of 50 miles or more and/or 500 miles of rides consisting of 10 miles or more, we will get me a road bike. More specifically we will invest in a Trek Madone 4.5. This is a perfectly reasonable request since I refuse to invest that much money into a bike if I am not committed and this way I can prove to myself that I will indeed stick with this weird sport of cycling.
So yesterday was my first official 50 mile ride. We skipped church and opted to spend the day together riding instead of socializing. I was coming from two night exams last week and was totally ready to crash and enjoy spending time with my hubby. Our plan was to ride from our house to Troy and then back again for a total distance of 52 miles. The ride started out great. Weather was cloudy but warm with a slight wind to our back. Coming down the hill into Troy there was a wild turkey on the road. The trail, which is paved the whole way, is really nice and makes for a beautiful ride.
After grabbing something to eat in Troy, sandwiches and huckleberry ice cream…yumyum, we started on our way home. That is when the trouble started. The wind was coming straight at us and the cross winds would catch me and I would bounce around on a trail. I felt like a freakin’ kite. All I could think of was, “dang it, I have another 25 miles of this…I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna bloody die!!”
I kept riding and as I kept riding I got more and more miserable. My legs were killing me and I seemed to be crawling along. Now I am a passionate person who can swing and switch emotions like no other, and boy did I start. I was so mad, pissed even at Mr. Tux. After all the wind wasn’t really bothering him, he was riding through it and even worse, he had freakin’ drop bars!!! So there I was, crawling along at 7 mph, trying not to cry, pissed at Mr. Tux, with hurting legs, and all I could think of was how much I wanted to be at home snuggled up on the couch with the cats. I will admit to being snappish to the hubby; I may have used lines that I shouldn’t have. My favorite line I can’t put here, it’s just that over the top. The other good line was, “It’s your fault I am even out here!” This was said as I stood by the side of the trail and tried to catch my breath…not the best time of my life. A year ago, I swore that I would never be out there riding, and yet there I was struggling to get home on a damn bike! Not cool.
In the end, Mr. Tux rode on ahead of me and came back to pick me up in the car. I was ever so grateful. I think if he hadn’t I would still be there on the trail, only a couple miles from the house, trying to get home. So my hero rode home, braved the wind, and set an average pace of 17 mph to rescue his miserable, cold, stubborn wife.
The up sides of the day: 1. I got 47.5 miles towards my bike ridden, and 2. I got to see 6 little grizzly cubs. They were so so cute!!!!, even if the parents absolutely stank.