A friend of mine has a client in town that wanted bike company for a couple hours with someone that knows the course, that would be me. What began as a ride turned into a race. 100 miles faster than I had ridden all year. It was a surprise to be greeted with a ride like that, yet I welcomed the opportunity to give my legs a thrilling ride, challenge my heart, and give my mind the chance to endure some pain. It was far from a play day and more like an Ironman. The man I rode with is a very successful business man, do not let his briefcase fool you, he uses his time on the bike to ride out each and every frustration, stress, and concern of his work. Every pedal stroke is someone or something he is riding from, literally mashing down and moving the bike far beyond any desk job. It was unreal to see this, no clock or bike computer, just pure push his entire ride. That is how he rides, every time. Much like the way he attacked his approach to work, all or nothing, he rides his bike.
At the end of the ride my stomach was so sick, in more knots than ever received in an Ironman. I was dizzy, legs heavy, and more than satisfied. It was a brilliant day for me, success in a lot of ways. Who imagined I could learn so much about triathlon from a successful business man in roughly 5hrs. I loved that ride, and at the end he asked me to go again tomorrow after swim practice. That my friends will be my 3rd 100 mile ride of the week...
Mile 1 and 2 were lovely, 6:11 and 6:02, the legs must have been happy to be running in sand or something. Mile 3 and 4 were not that lovely and it became the mental challenge I so desperately have to learn to work through. All along imagining that I had the strength to run on top of everything else that the longest day of the year has given me...it was a long final 2 miles in that sand and rocky path and I enjoyed them beyond words. They were part of the pieces to the puzzle of competition.
Aloha Ahiahi from a very tired me,