Finish line or bust, baby.
Alyssa's apartment and we started our trek of a hundred miles. This was a very interesting and mostly pleasant ride. It was hot, sure, and I drank about 120 ounces of water (still not enough), but we had a great time. My longest ride to date was 92 miles any Alyssa's was 90, so this was a big day.
We saw a horse-drawn carriage in the middle of nowhere as well as a guy driving a Harley with a sidecar for his dog (I approve), as well as stopped at the best-stocked Mobil on planet Earth. Alyssa told me early on we'd have to stop at a gas station because Snickers is part of her fueling strategy. No objections here.
In all, it took us right around six hours and we averaged 17 miles per hour. My new Garmin didn't have autopause set up so the speed is a little screwy.
|Is this heaven?|
I ended up eating a caramel chocolate brownie Luna bar, a peanut butter and sugar sandwich and some pretzels. We also picked up sour patch kids and peanut butter M&Ms along the way, which really hit the spot. When we rolled back into the apartment, I was slightly spent, but not terribly so. My right foot hurt on the outside because I think my shoe was too tight, and my legs felt leaden today, but I'm otherwise feeling fine.
Am I Ironman ready? Only time will tell.