Weekend in Park City
Jordan and I spent the better part of Halloween driving through Wyoming en route to Park City, Utah to visit our friends Taylor and Martha. Wyoming was everything I expected it to be, complete with a kid trick or treating at a gas station. Thinking about it, that kid's mom could probably drive him to every gas station in the state and he would still not receive as many treats as my friends and I did running around like maniacs in our suburban NJ neighborhood. High population density has its perks.
Our training weekends with Taylor and Martha always put the hurt on me. In March it was the somewhat accidental 6.5 hour bike ride in Moab with Martha. In July, it was a pairing of two intense rides in Aspen. And now, in October, we're in Park City where after a 6 week hiatus I've been reintroduced to my bike. Yesterday I got roped into a 3.5 hour ride with Taylor and Jordan, touring through some surrounding farmlands. It was beautiful and the roads were perfect for riding. Everything was going great until we hit the last climb (supposed to take 40 minutes, and though I didn't time it I can assure you it took me significantly longer). There was a strong headwind and I watched Taylor and Jordan slip away into little black specs far far ahead, and then they were gone completely. Eventually I reached the top and was relieved it was over. I started descending, but since there was a headwind it wasn't much of a relief at all. ...especially once I realized the climb wasn't over. Up up up. I was in pretty bad shape. My legs were shaking. I stopped to stretch for a minute and saw Jordan careening down to come fetch me. Maybe 30 minutes later we were back at the car. My legs killed! Like post-marathon killed.
The good news is that today they seem to be fine, which I attribute to some solid fajitas last night. Today we've got a longer run and a typical epic swim on the agenda.
Some pics from the ride..
We spent a few miles on a dirt road that cut through some farms.
Our training weekends with Taylor and Martha always put the hurt on me. In March it was the somewhat accidental 6.5 hour bike ride in Moab with Martha. In July, it was a pairing of two intense rides in Aspen. And now, in October, we're in Park City where after a 6 week hiatus I've been reintroduced to my bike. Yesterday I got roped into a 3.5 hour ride with Taylor and Jordan, touring through some surrounding farmlands. It was beautiful and the roads were perfect for riding. Everything was going great until we hit the last climb (supposed to take 40 minutes, and though I didn't time it I can assure you it took me significantly longer). There was a strong headwind and I watched Taylor and Jordan slip away into little black specs far far ahead, and then they were gone completely. Eventually I reached the top and was relieved it was over. I started descending, but since there was a headwind it wasn't much of a relief at all. ...especially once I realized the climb wasn't over. Up up up. I was in pretty bad shape. My legs were shaking. I stopped to stretch for a minute and saw Jordan careening down to come fetch me. Maybe 30 minutes later we were back at the car. My legs killed! Like post-marathon killed.
The good news is that today they seem to be fine, which I attribute to some solid fajitas last night. Today we've got a longer run and a typical epic swim on the agenda.
Some pics from the ride..
We spent a few miles on a dirt road that cut through some farms.
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