All posts for the month August, 2012

Ride report – seeing success in the face of failure

Published August 6, 2012 by livinggraciously

As many of you know, this weekend I participated in Pedal to the Point, the Multiple Sclerosis 150-mile bike ride.

Except it turns out that the race organizers mapped out a 165-mile ride for us to enjoy. Which didn’t make any of us very happy. But, hey, you’re out there with almost 3,000 people, you do what you have to.

Also, it was supposed to be 92 degrees and sunny. Not my favorite riding weather. In preparation for the ride daughter Erin and I started drinking Powerade and hydrating like crazy.

Then on Friday afternoon, Ferrett and I had to get into our bee hives to add a new set of frames. The bees are usually very docile and I don’t even have to wear gloves. But the bees were agitated because a skunk had been after the hive, so they came after me and stung me twice on the right hand, one on the index finger and one on the base of the thumb.

Plus, there is still the badly bruised tailbone giving me trouble. This was an inauspicious beginning, to say the least.

But I was game anyway. So Erin and I were at the start by 5:30am. Start time was supposed to be 7, and we were anxious to get some miles behind us before it got warm. Unfortunately, the “guest of honor” was late and had to make a long speech. The whole crowd was highly irritated at the delay, all of us knowing that the cool weather was crawling away from us.

Finally at 7:25 the event started. We pulled out as quickly as possible and headed down the long hill that we groaned at the notion of coming back up on the second day (this year the race start had been moved to a location that was much hillier for who knows what reason). The first part of the ride wasn’t bad, and we reached the lunch break, 35 miles in, at 10:00. We ate quickly, but by the time we were done with lunch the cloud cover was burning off and it got really, really hot. With the heat, and the wind blowing into our faces, it got really uncomfortable really soon. By the time we got to the second to last break, SAG (Support and Gear) trucks were loaded down with bikes from people who were dropping out and two ambulances had passed by.

We were about 20 miles away from the finish line, and decided that this would be a good time for a long break in the shade. And man, were we going through the Gatorade!

We got back on the road and just about melted. But finally we turned north and had the wind behind us. We got in at just before 4pm with 80 miles done. With breaks, the riding time was just under 6 hours. We staggered off to the hotel, got showers, and went down to the pool to meet up with the rest of the team.

That’s when we found out that it had been 103 degrees that afternoon. One. Hundred. Three.

I’m really glad we didn’t know during the day, because it would have psyched us out.

This morning we got a decent start, but then rain came in. We got drenched, and at the second stop, which was at a little market store. We waited it out for about an hour and ate snacks. By the time the rain was slowing, though, the volunteers were pulling down the rest stop and we realized that we were really far behind. We got on the bikes and headed out and good clip. We caught up with and passed a lot of riders, and made the next 20 miles in about 90 minutes, pulling into the lunch location at 11:40.

But the ride was starting to tear up my back. I was in a lot of pain and couldn’t get comfortable in the saddle. My tailbone was pretty much on fire. And then when I peeled my riding gloves off my hand was completely swollen, and my arm was swollen about halfway up the the elbow.

44 miles in, and I realized that I simply could not go on, not without risking really injuring myself. Erin, who is very much a cheerleader type, took a look at my hand and insisted that I stop. So I called Ferrett, who was at the finish line, and told him that I needed to be picked up.

Then I put my head down and cried a little. Erin went on, because she still had it in her, and I waited, watching more SAG trucks picking up bikes, watching an entire schoolbus of riders loading up for the ride back to the starting line. I watched the volunteers pull down the lunch stop. When Ferrett arrived, I cried a few more tears, then we headed back.

I almost refused to take the medal. But the race veterans pointed out to me that people who only ride one day get a medal. In fact, people who only ride the 35 miles to the lunch stop get a medal. They also pointed out that only a third of the people who ride the first day also ride a second day. They reassured me that I had nothing to be ashamed of.

So. I biked 125 miles over two days. I biked through staggering heat and humidity. I biked wet and cold.

And I was smart enough to stop before I hurt myself. The one thing Ferrett and I discussed before this was how important it was that I not let my obsessive nature overtake my common sense and end up injuring myself and losing the progress I’ve made. Calling it quits was actually harder than pushing through would have been.

I am not entirely happy with what happened. But I am satisfied.

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