ALC8 Day Three: My butt, it hurts me
June 2, 2009
Miles: 63.57
Calories: 3570
Average Speed: 15.8mph
Total Ascent: 2008 ft
Avg HR: 133
Today was a quasi recovery day with 63ish miles from King’s City to Paso Robles. Michael and I were a little bit more efficient this morning and got to our bikes at 6:40. However, because I failed to pump my tires the night before (oh I should go do that now…) and my Garmin was acting up (it wouldn’t friggin restart! For the love of god!!), I didn’t roll out until about 6:55.
Of course ten or twenty minutes doesn’t really matter, but whatever – getting out earlier means more time on the road by myself, and I’ve grown to really like that solo time.
The route started with a pretty consistent 1% grade for about eight miles until we hit *que scary music* QUADBUSTER HILL!! I’d heard tales of this hills epicness so I was interested to see how hard it was going to kick my butt. Turns out it wasn’t too bad. I mean, I wasn’t flying up it by any means but me and my granny gear just churned it out slowly but surely and it was just fine 
But overall today I was definitely feeling it. Yesterday I felt fresh but today my butt felt like a giant bruise and my muscles just weren’t at full power. I wasn’t dying or anything but I was moving position about once every few minutes to give different segments of my booty a break.
Lunch today was in Bradley, population 150. The town puts on a BBQ to raise money for the school and whatnot so I gladly handed over my $6.50 for a cheeseburger and gatorade. I bumped into Topher at lunch and saw we were wearing complementary jerseys (picture forthcoming)
After calling Chris (he got his final job offer numbers!! Yay!!!) I hit the road again my myself. 40-some odd miles down, about 20-some odd to go.
The scariest part of the ride today was biking for bits on the 101. Daaayyyuummm those big rigs and big and daaayyyuummm when they pass do the biggest gusts of wind ever blow up in my face! During that section the shoulder was just so bumpy and horrible that I lost all my sour gummy worms and sour patch kids (biking fuel of champions) and my blackberry bounced right into the lane! What was I to do? I looked down the road, saw no cars in sight, counted to three, and ran over, got it, and scurried on back! Yikes!
A little while later I was passing a girl and when I turned to her to say some little “hi” or “nice road, hey? [sarcasm]” I realized it was none other than Leslie from day one! So I slowed it down just a hair so we could talk about how horrible that 101 is, how much our butts hurt, and how grateful we were to be on smooth road again. We road together until the rest stop but she decided to stick around a bit longer and I wanted to get the last eight miles over with.
After I got into camp (oh and it started to rain just a bit for the last few miles or so) and waited a good bit for the water to get turned on for the showers, me and most of the Google guys went to dinner and then Frosty Freeze. I wasn’t feeling particularly hungry so I just got a chicken breast and no Frosty deliciousness. I guess to be smart I’ll try and eat something else tonight but I just wasn’t feeling the food thing. ugh.
Anyways, we had a good time hanging out and cheering on the bikers who were still coming in. That last part is actually quite fun! Ryan PC brought a little bell, so I was ringing that yelling for them all!
Tomorrow is 93 miles I believe so I’ve got to get a good night’s sleep. But, alas, the most INSANE snorer to EVER WALK ON EARTH ITSELF is sleeping diagonally form me. We got back to dinner and heard it and had flashbacks to night one. (last night the tent setup put him far far away from us). I’m hoping I’m so tired it won’t matter, though!
Three days down, four to go!!
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Losing your gummies, a sore butt AND facing snoring monsters - you are truly heroic to face such an epic adventure!; Thank the gods no one ran over your blackberry! How would you call Chris! Hope you sleep well and dream of sitting on big fluffly cotton candy clouds
I love you. Mom XXXOOO
Yeah, big rigs are no fun, but glad you beat most of the rain in. Good luck on the evil twins tomorrow! You’re doing great!
“I was moving position about once every few minutes to give different segments of my booty a break.” I feel your pain. That happens to me all the time on the stationary bike.
Good luck with your 93 — keep on truckin’!
I can only imagine the look on your face Heather when those Gummys went flying. So sad! Loving your posts by the way. XO.
Chris…congrats on the offer too…if you read this.
Thanks, Melissa!