So yeah, I know I was planning on doing the 67 but then today I decided why the heck not. Go big or go home.
100 it was.
If you asked me how I did it when I only trained for 42 miles, the answer is I don’t know. I really don’t know. I’m not going to lie, some of the comments last weekend sort of set me off a bit.
I actually made the decision pretty much the other day. I knew I hadn’t trained as much as I should have but I really wanted to stay with Caitlin and her dad. I also just wanted to bike 100 miles. So, today at the 23.5 mile marker where the metric people were supposed to split off for the shorter route, I rode on.
And on and on and on and on. Apparently I had been training in the wrong gear set this whole time (duh, jenna) so today when Caitlin’s dad fixed it, everything suddenly seemed a lot easier. I guess training the wrong way sort of worked out to my advantage. In a really short time I was able to build up my leg muscles by training in the wrong gear and training on purely hills.
The first 40 miles were pretty easy. It was flat and I was feeling really strong and good. But then just after I proclaimed I was a baller and doing the full century, the hills began. And it got really hard. At one point I had to walk by bike up the hill while huffing and puffing on the phone with my dad. It was a moment.
I ate and drank A TON, which helped. I’ll get to that in a minute though. First, let me progress.
So, we were pretty much dying. Caitlin and I were shouting profanities and screaming “EPIC” at the top of our lungs and then out of nowhere, the boyfriend appears in the golden chariot with waters, juices and food. I thought I was seeing things because only a few miles earlier I claimed I saw a grizzly bear but it was really a tree stump. You know.
But he was there and he totally won boyfriend of the year award. I told him I was doing the full century and he gave me a hug and told me he knew I would do it. I have a reputation for being stubborn like that.
He then went the distance and stopped every 15 miles for our own mini rest stop, complete with food and snacks. Seriously, can we just take a moment?
We had about a 38 mile climb and then after that, it was straight cruising for the next few hours. I had a few good chats with the baby Jesus and then just whistled the Iron Will theme song for about six hours straight.
Not gonna lie. I think I whispered “Will Stoneman” a few times through parched chapped lips.
The final 10 miles were probably the hardest for me. My legs still felt strong but y’all, my behind. It might never be the same. That’s all I’ll say about that.
We finished in about 9 1/2 hours. It was sort of insane.
No big deal.
I’ll say though that the real reason I did this was in honor of my brother and for cancer patients who would have loved to be outside on a bike on a gorgeous day in wine country. It made me feel so incredibly thankful and blessed.
I’ll also say that I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t feel like I physically could. A lot of it was mental but if I felt pain or something, I would have done the planned 67. My legs felt strong and I knew I had it in me. I wasn’t giving up.
We then did what any Olympic champion would do. We stuffed our faces with pizza. I don’t have any pictures though because that’s how fast it went from the plate into my mouth. Sorry y’all. This girl needed her carbs. FAST.
So what did I eat on the ride?
Well let’s see………..
1 large bowl of Optimum power cereal (at 5:15 am)
1 big bagel with almond butter (at 7:30)
1 pack clif shot blox
2 hammer gels (GROSS..the only time during the day I wanted to yak)
2 clif bars
1 clif mojo bar
5 fig newtons
1/2 large baguette with blackberry jam
1 handful grapes
1/2 chicken and gruyere sandwich (thanks, boyfriend…this was at mile 83 and it brought me home)
4 bottles of Heed
about 8 bottles of water
2 bottles of gatorade
1 bottle of fruit juice
5 slices pizza
1 large bowl Optimum power cereal
1 glass red wine
4 glasses water