I do not want to say that I hate it, but I kind of do.
Too bad the bike portion of the Ironman is the longest leg, coming in at a great 112 miles.
I vowed this training cycle to put on my big girl pants and ride my bike more.
Yeah, so far the Kansas Spring/Winter has not allowed too much of that.
A few weeks ago we had a gorgeous 70 degree Saturday. Ken and I loaded up the car with my bike and his kayak and took off to Shawnee Mission Park for separate outings.
I had planned on riding 30 miles in the park.
Notice I said planned.
I forgot that Shawnee Mission Park may as well be the Rocky Mountains for someone that has not ridden her bike outside since, I don't know, August 26, 2012.
That would be the date of Ironman Louisville.
Yeah, I had not taken Fern (that is my bike's name) outside since the Ironman.
Maybe it was that whole numb hoo, hoo incident or maybe I just could not handle throwing on the bike clothes.
At any rate, I have an Ironman that is less than five months away, so it had to happen sometime.
Back to my point, planning a bike ride of 30 miles for the first ride in over a year in the Kansas Rockies was not my smartest move.
We will just say that the thought was rather ambitious.
I am pretty sure I almost died. It was awful.
My heart rate has not been that high before. My life flashed before my eyes and I was wondering how I ever rode 112 miles in the Kentucky hills.
I made it 20 miles. I considered this a victory.
I also have vowed to get back to the park more often and hopefully whip my sorry butt back in shape.