The day had finally arrived. 2 years of dreaming and 10 months of training and planning. Time to take a step, rather a pedal stroke into the great unknown. Time to kick off the adventure of a lifetime. Lets get it on…..
2017 Trans Am Bike Race
A promising and extremely enjoyable day 1, how would day 2 turn out?
I was up at 5:45am, a little later than planned but I really needed the sleep. My body definitely felt the almost 600km in the legs….
I was up and at em’ early, before 5 am. My daily distances had been plummeting from a solid 329km on Day 1, to a decent 243km on Day 2 to a paltry 187km on Day 3. My daily average was 253km which was now below my daily goal of 270km. It was time to stop the rot and give it a good shake today….
Ok, enough stuffing around! Despite my best intentions I had slid further behind my goal distance of 270km per day. Yes it was hot yesterday…..blah blah blah. It was well and truly time to harden the fuck up and put in a full fucking day!
I woke up sore and tired on the morning of Day 6. The effort the day before had taken its toll. Pain in my left knee which had only been a dull ache the previous 2 mornings had really started to hurt overnight and had actually woken me up a few time. There was also an ominous clicking sound emanating from the kneecap when bent at certain angles as well. Worrying yeah but absolutely nothing that would prevent another big day.
I was up at 6 am which left me plenty of time to sort everything and be downstairs for the hotel breakfast which opened at 6:30 am. I was definitely getting quicker and more efficient in the mornings. Who would have thought? I certainly wouldn’t have, given my procrastination laced mornings of earlier in the race. I was definitely sliding into a routine of sorts. My left knee was a little worse than the day before despite me giving it a good icing overnight but again it wasn’t affecting forward progress on the bike so not even worth thinking about.
I woke up late, about 7:00 am with an Arrrrrrrgggghhh. Mind, body and soul far from rested. I took what seemed like an eternity to pack up my stuff and then sluggishly headed downstairs for the hotel breakfast hoping that caffeine and food would set me right.
I was up before 4am, well rested and really fired up for a big day. I ate the breakfast of champions that I had prepared the night before; microwave noodles, leftover pizza and Keurig style coffee. The weakness of the filter coffee was suitably compensated by the stimulating effects of wet lycra on nether regions and frigid morning air on freshly shaved head.
I was up just after 6 am well rested but feeling a tad lethargic and heavy in the legs. My knee soreness of earlier in the race had just disappeared however. It’s pretty amazing how the body just adjusts. Hatchet’s breakfast wasn’t until 7 am and I resisted the temptation to wait around for it. Given the lovely dinner I had the night before I was sure that they would have put on an amazing hot breakfast. However, I just wanted to get over Togwotee Pass and away from the cold front that may well be bringing all sorts of nastiness with it.