50 miles solo at 16.5 average speed. I was planning to ride around home in the foothills again but with the forecast saying 100 again, I decided to go to the trail. Dragged my lazy butt out of bed kind of late so a late start, like 11 am again. Boy, I really need to get out of bed a bit earlier to beat the wind on the trail. I ride from ARTIC to Weir Cyn then double back to the coast. As soon as I turn around at Weir, the wind is ON! Boo hoo!
But I made my way down to the coast though my mind was telling me to cut it short. I can't wimp out no matter what my mind says ha ha ha! I always think that if one wimps out the first time, without good reason, then the second time is too easy. I remember doing Borrego to the Sea. From Borrego Springs to Salton Sea and back. I was feeling great, riding well, and in great shape. I did the first half of the metric century to Salton Sea. At the rest stop, I ate a piece of their famous pumpkin bread, apple bread, I forget what it was but it was like a trigger to a migraine. Blinding, nauseating, and worrisome.
Gina was there driving support in my truck, for funzies and to enjoy the trip. I told her what was going on and she said I should just get in the truck and head home, a long drive.
You know what, F it! I'm finishing the ride. I knew my blindness would go away soon and the pain would be the only obstacle after that. Oh, and the nausea. So I hopped back on my bike, put my head down, then my blind ass followed the shoulder line heading back to town. Only 30 miles to go. I was doing well before the migraine, passing riders left and right. But now, I was on survival mode. Guys I passed earlier went by me with a greet as we were all having a great time. I did my best to smile, feeling like shit ha ha ha!
But 15 miles later, my vision was restored from distortion and squiggly lines. I found myself holding a good pace again. I knew the pain was coming but I had read that one should concentrate on a different part of the body to redirect the blood flow which eases the pain. I don't know if it works but I was willing to try anything. So I was concentrating on blowing out my knees. I was willing to kill those suckers if it meant avoiding some migraine pain. Perfect situation, on the bike, ready to kill the thighs.
I remember the pain in the brain was not as bad but my thighs were freaking killing me so I guess it's working ha ha ha! But my pace lifted and I started passing those same riders back. Yeah baby! Restoring a little pride in the ride!
So I got back to town, Borrego Springs, pretty area by the way, to the post ride BBQ. Forget this man! I was nauseated and as always, ready to puke my guts out to a dry heave. I think I took a Sprite or 7 Up then we headed home. I held a bag ready to puke while Gina drove. I finished the soda then asked Gina to stop at a little store for another right as we were getting back onto the 10 fwy, from Salton Sea direction. I finished up that one too, rather quickly expecting to puke my guts out, but never happened. Actually felt half way decent when we got home.
So I had that sissy wanna quit baby bitch feeling on Saturday ha ha ha! That was after 20 miles. WTH, I planned 45 but thought briefly about 50. WTH am I thinking? Lucky to break 20 miles without wimping out ha ha ha! So I thought about that day in Borrego Springs and thought if I could make it that day, I should be able to make it this day.
So I hit the coast and heading toward the pier on PCH. YES! I can do the 50 but the freaking road was closed about 1 mile before the pier (not sure of the distance). But I knew I was going to be missing some distance so I had to watch my comp along the way to make sure I got the 50. Probably lost a mile or two somewhere.
So if I a mile or two short of my monthly 400 mile goal, you know why ha ha ha!
I did see Jim and a few riders I knew and had met before. A couple from the bike group I rode with last year. Seemed to be the cooler people of the gang, the more humble as I had no problems with any of these nice people. Always friendly these ones! :-)
I did see Dan and Jeff, my new Strava buddy heading the opposite way. But none of the other usual friends we cross. Hmmm! Maybe because I was so late.
The pier, a waste of my time today. The road was closed for some big party looking thing. So there was very little pedestrian traffic at the pier. I took my mask and figured I could get some bikini shots. A few pics and a mask, not a Covid threat as long as shoot from at least 6 feet away ha ha ha! BUT, there was not much at all there. I sat there for about 5 minutes figuring out what to do, checked out a few boobs that took some effort to see, then just left. Disappointing booby day the one time I get the feeling to ride down to the pier.
Yay, got my fitty!
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