I am on an endorphin and faux caffeine high (I drink decaf but my mind still equates coffee with a caffeine high.) This morning was the third week in a row that I have rode up Bogus Basin Road to the nine-mile mark with Ray (Andy’s dad). Today Anna (my sister) and their co-worker Jackie joined us. I will soon crash when the highs wear off since my sleep pattern last night was 11-1:30 and 2-4. Wow, until I typed that I didn’t realize how pathetic it actually was. When I awoke to my alarm at 4, I pushed snooze not sure if I would get up. I thought I was the only one meeting Ray so that provided a bit of motivation, not wanting to disappoint him. I was also motivated by a scary dream I was having about snakes. Go back to scary snake dream or get up to ride at 5am? I still couldn’t decide. Who knew you could dream on so little sleep?
I flipped on the light in the closet. I started to get dressed and then decided to look in the full length mirror. Does my ass have enough cottage cheese on it to warrant this torture, getting up at 4 something to ride up Bogus Basin Road at 5 something? Sadly, yes. I still was very much dragging while I pumped four ounces from my chi chis, ate a piece of toast with peanut butter and jelly, filled up my CamelBak with water and collected the rest of my riding equipment and warm clothes for the cold descent of the climb.
In the garage, I pumped up my tires and opened the garage door to a perky Ray ready to ride. He goes to bed at 8pm…seriously. He was on eight hours of sleep. Why cannot I not get myself to bed sooner?
Luckily Anna and Jackie showed up and were much closer to my level of sleep deprivation and mood. It was another battle to the nine-mile mark, but it was conquered yet again and then rewarded with a decaf soy latte from Matt at the Mocha Moose coffee hut at the bottom of the hill. It is getting easier…I am getting faster…but I still have a ways to go.
Being out of shape sucks…my legs ache at night. I think that might be from dehydration as well, but goodness how much longer until I feel like I used to? Andy keeps telling me to be patient…not my virtue. Luckily the endorphins cloud my head after the ride and I think I will keep doing this. Even luckier, I have no appointments or obligations today except to meet some ladies for coffee and watch the first mountain stage of the tour on television. How am I going to cope once I have to go back to work? Still not thinking that far ahead….
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