this weekend kinda sucked cycling-wise, because I had my first DNF in a race, ever. I would say the worst part of a DNF for me is how I torture myself the entire afternoon and days afterward with doubts about my commitment and fitness level. Maybe I don't train right, maybe I have a lower tolerance for pain than my competition, or maybe I just suck. My teammate John DNFed also, which was mighty convenient for me, because he was my ride home. Saturday at Iron Hill Park in Delaware there was 100% humidity, it had climbed to 98F during our expert race (we started at 11) and they were saying the heat index was 107-112 depending on which weather service you listen to. It was also the first day of my period and that day I am always weak and pretty intolerant of stress (like, more than the rest of the month, I swear.) It was so hot that I aborted my warm-up after 18 minutes (I'm the type who really does not get warmed up for 50 minutes, which sucks, because I hate warming up; if I could just show up without the extra bike and trainer and all the crap and just race at the whistle I would like this whole lifestyle a lot better) because I was sweating so badly in just my sports bra and shorts I was afraid I would cramp after the 2nd lap. My game plan was not to sprint out at the start, just take it easy and keep a steady pace and not worry about beating anyone. Just to keep it steady. So we started and I found myself with Sally McLain, Sarah Lichtenwalter, and some other roady who hit her brakes on every rocky downhill so hard I almost ran her over. Great, right where I should be, I was feeling OK, and thought "I can do this for 25 miles." Then we hit the first big hill, actually the ONLY big hill in the race and my heart rate went to 175 immediately, I could not breathe, I mean I was sucking air as if I were not on any asthma meds, and I thought I was going to have to walk up the f'in hill. It was so weird. My heart rate, which usually drops like a stone, would not come down, even after softpedlaing for minutes. I felt awful, awful. I actually got off my bike and sat down on the side of the trail, it was pathetic. There was no way I could just ride slowly and just get the miles in a la Fair Hill, no way. So I stopped to talk to Amy Breyla and when I revealed the period cause and effect she said she was having the same problem. So I could complain that I paid $30 to ride 5 miles, but I learned something today. No more racing under those conditions when I have my period. Ever. This was one of those times I wished I were a man, but then I came to my senses.
To make up for it I signed up for the Lake Nockamixon Century, a really nice award-winning ride (read = pay some money to support our bike club and we send you on a 100 mile scavenger hunt to find these teeny tiny little white markings on the roads, while plying you with brownies, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and gatorade) that a bunch of my Guy's teammates were doing. Long story short, I got there 10 minutes late because of the construction they have been doing on 309 for the last 10 years, my 12 male teammates saw me, said hello and left anyway. Thanks Guys, and you wonder why there are no f'in women on our team. I asked them to slow it up for the first 5 miles. I then rushed so quickly to get my shit together, I did not even pee or put my pack on my bike (so no tube, no inflator for 75 miles). I then proceeded to ride 75 miles faster than I ever have, and these were hilly Buck's County miles. A few guys tried to keep up with me a couple of times but I always moved on. (Before I pat myself on the back too much these were mostly recreational riders I would say, and I did the 75, not the 100.) It was fun. My downhills have gotten much faster; (thanks Cadence Climbing camp) it was fun to weigh 118 and to descend much faster than guys who weigh 170, although the roads were pretty slick so it was kinda scary some of the time. At the end half of my team did the 75 (half did the 100), and they got in 10 minutes before me. I stopped at 3 rest stops to refill fluids (they had cytomax and it was good!) They left 10 minutes after me. They got to draft each other, and these guys are all pretty fast. I could have done the 100 but I felt the beginnings of a pseudo-cramp coming on. So I pretty much kicked ass, which I really needed after Saturday, but man am I going to be sore this week . . .