“Well, I did it! I did it! I did it! Yes, I did it!” The music from “My Fair Lady” is streaming through my head shortly after I finally managed the 100 miles on my bike on Saturday afternoon. It was a long day on the bike but it wasn’t as long as it could have been. The century bike ride took me 6 hours and 14 minutes riding time and the weather was just beautiful. The sun was out there was barely any wind and the temps reached up to the upper 70’s. I couldn’t have ordered better weather.
|Photo: A quick shot of first signage of Willard Bay. Can't see the Bay yet but I was taking a quick break.|
But with all that being said the last 30 miles were pure struggle! I had pushed it too hard for the first 50 miles and it came back to haunt me. I was maintaining an average speed between 18-20 mph on the way out from
But about 30 miles to go and I find my dear friend Ron waiting for me. He was in the middle of the group that left the lunch stop that had left me in the dust. I guess they left him in the dust and he was waiting for me because he was already bonking. So we were a team all the way back to our cars. We took turns drafting, talking each other up, and complaining to each other. “Are we there yet?” “Well, we ARE getting closer, I hope.” Those were the common phrases between us.
We suffered through together and I gave him a Big Hug when we got back to the parking lot where are cars were. Then, after I got everything in the car, I headed to a McDonald's and ordered a Big Mac, a Wild Berry Blend, and the largest Diet Coke they had. (The only things that I'll eat at a McDonald's too.) I was a terribly unsafe driver and eat the Big Mac while driving the 15 minutes south back to Salt Lake City. I got home and felt wiped out the rest of the day. But I did it! I did it! Now it's on to other goals for the year!