It was an ugly workout. I got up - after a not so great night of sleep, but a lovely early morning with my husband..ahem...and went back and forth on whether I could get in a somewhat "long" bike ride before needing to shower for church (and yes, I use "long" loosely). My husband called from the shower as I stood there waffling "You going for a ride?" Um, yeah, I guess. Time was tight and I made the mistake of not really eating anything. Grabbed a water bottle and headed out. It wasn't crazy hot, but fairly humid. I brought my phone in case I got desparate to make it home.
Headed towards downtown, hoping I could make it to the Capitol and back in an hour. As I climbed the first murderous hill, I realized that wasn't going to happen. Then I thought, well maybe just the library (few blocks closer). After another couple of hills kicked me in my non-existant nuts, I convinced myself I'd turn around at the 25 min mark with some hope of getting back to the house in time to shower. I was disheartened to watch two joggers (and yes, Adam at "I Am Boring" they really were "jogging" - just above a shuffle) beat me up a double hill. Argh!
The problem? This ride was basically hill repeats! I could barely catch my breath before another hill was kicking my ass. Ahh...coast downhill....holy crap....don't know if I can make it back up the next one! I was suffering physically and mentally. Sad because I've done this ride as part of a MUCH longer ride before. But I got in just under 7 miles of hurt (walking up parts of two hills - shameful!). Would breakfast have made it better? Would going an hour sooner have helped? Hard to say. Probably wasn't officially a "bonk", but I was NOT having any fun. And as it got later in the morning, I feared people I know driving by and seeing me in what can only be described as a humongous FAIL. Got home, drug my ass in the door and 30 min later drug it to church.
Spent the first few minutes in church praying...thanking God that I had gotten through this morning even if it wasn't pretty...thanking Him that I have a body that is able to do what it can do...and praying to make my knees stop hurting. Maybe I should have tried a Hail Mary or Our Father on the bike!