Liong took mercy... come out to 82 miles for me
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Felt ok when I woke up and out the gate, it actually felt pretty good but as soon as I hit the first climb, my legs asked... what the f you think you're doing? No sir! On my way to meet Liong, I couldn't get passed 14-15 mph. My legs weren't having it. Not to mention, I took a wrong turn and I guess I wasn't mentally there either. So I was thinking about cancelling the ride and figured I would tell him when I meet up as I was scheduled to arrive at the meet up point 15 minutes early. I apologize and tell him that I just don't have it to do a big ride. But as soon as I saw him... something said, just see how far you can go. You are already there and don't waste the opportunity. I knew I would be a bag of garbage and slow him down but he graciously said, HEY HO! LETS GO! He let me dictate the pace and I figured I wouldn't last passed GW bridge anyways. But as time passed, I started feeling better. Not physically but mentally.... feeling a bit more confident. I thought I would stay on the easy gears and just spin faster if needed and save the strength for climbs. This strategy worked and I was chugging along and next thing I knew it, we were in the Bronx.
The night before, I actually wanted to take the Talon for the ride and I got it ready to go but during the night, due to the way I rode HM that day, I thought it would be a bad idea. I woke up @430 and started prepping the Defy. Prolly not the best decision I made. The reason why I initially wanted to take the Talon was that Liong did mention there would be off road trails along the way. Let me just say that it wasn't optimal to be on a roadie on dirt. I think it was more because the rim brakes that sucked. Also, on the steeper climbs, just didn't have the traction. I might want to get rid of the Defy and get myself a cross/gravel bike.
The last ten miles is always a struggle but this time was the worst so far. It was hot and my shoulders were killing me. Oddly the legs kept on turning the crank. It was tired but almost as if numb, it felt like dead weight but still turned. Took a bit of shelter from the sun at Saddle River and give the shoulders a rest. At this point, I had 2 climbs left and on the first climb, I am on granny mode and the legs did their job. I am totally shocked because it actually wasn't that bad. Last climb... 3/4 of a .8 mile climb... CRAMP! Left calf... I pull over because the road shoulders are narrow at my current fatigue level, just wanted to play it safe. Unfortunate circumstance... because after the this little stop... the legs quit. Couldn't climb anymore. Leaves me wondering if I would have finished the climb if I didn't cramp.
I took a battery pack with me on the ride and during lunch, I saw that my battery was at 30% and I hook up the battery pack. Let me mention, this battery pack was purchased from Alibaba and this is the first time using this thing. Maybe I didn't charge this thing correctly but I get to my garage, I eagerly take out my phone to check strava to see how many miles. WTF.... screen would not turn on. Battery is dead. First big ride of the year... gone... I am about to cry. Feeling defeated... I crawl back home and hook the phone to the charger. It boots up and strangely, strava turns on by itself and as if God himself left a msg on my phone... STRAVA RECOVERED YOUR RIDE. YAY!