The new training plan that I was following was a lot more intense with more VO2max intervals than my previous plan. I headed out to the only hills we have around here, west of La Joya, and did some of my rides over there. Our hills are more like rolling hills but that’s all we have. I also used a steep overpass as a training segment and found that tough but fun. During the week my rides ranged from 2 hours to 2.5 hours. Nothing more than that. On the weekends they were about 3.5 hrs. I was putting in no more than 45 miles in any one ride with most of it in the Endurance zone but it did include a lot more Tempo and VO2max zones than my previous training plan.
I felt good about the results I was getting with my weeks of training but I was noticing that some other cyclists that were also going to the Wildflower ride, to do the one hundred miles, were putting in 60-80 miles on their long rides. It got me thinking, am I putting in enough miles and saddle time? I felt strong after my rides and my energy levels were good too. The only way to find out is to ride it. Until then, I would have to wait and see.
On the day of the ride it was a nice overcast morning with over 2k cyclists ready to ride. From my perspective, it looked like a lot more than 2k but who knows, I didn’t stick around to count them. I was anxious to see how my training paired up with the route. Will I have the juice to do the metric century? Would I have enough in the tank to push on wards to do the imperial century? I wanted to know! The only way to find out is to ride and stay in my Endurance zone and take my electrolytes every hour. Pacing was the key and not to start off real strong only to burn out later on.
At the sound of the canon fire we started in stages. Imperial Century first, then the metric, then the rest of the different distances. The ride was tough getting out to the first rest stop at the fifteen mile mark. It was there that I caught up with some friends that was doing the 100. I decided to ride with them as they seemed to be going at my pace (something I was careful to watch). The scenery was fantastic heading out to New Braunfels through the hill country. I really was taking advantage of all the gears on the bike. At times I wished I had a few more gears but you work with what you have. Granny gear going up and coasting going down, that was my strategy. I knew that coasting down was a great way to conserve your energy for the long haul.
Flying down Krueger Canyon road was a thrill hitting 38 mph! Fastest I’ve been, that’s for sure. Others hit 40+ mph and as far as I know of, no one wiped out. It was well worth the time and energy climbing the hills. At the bottom was another rest stop where you can fill up on ice-cold water and other. Each rest stop had exactly the same thing except further on out the rest stations added pickles. A favorite among cyclists. I tend to shy away from it cause it can cause mild cramping for me.
At the forty-seven mile rest stop I had to decide what I was going to do, the 60 mile or the 100 mile route. At this point I was in good shape. I was not tired, achy or spent. Looking at the map we still had to be at a checkpoint by 1 pm to be allowed to continue the 100 mile route. We had a little less than an hour to ride out about nine miles. Looking at each other, I told my friends that I’m game for the 100 so we hopped on the bikes and pressed on. We passed one other cyclist and eventually shared a PNB Sandwich with him. This section of the route is the flat part and the scenery changed to farm lands. I liked this area as well. It was more I was used to here in the Valley.
At this point it was clear that we were the last ones doing the 100 mile ride and that caught up to us at the 80 mile rest stop. At this point we were informed that they were closing the course and they offered to bump us to the last rest stop. We weren’t too keen on that idea and instead opted to continue on our own. We handed over our bib numbers and loaded up on ice-cold water and pushed on.
We pushed harder and faster but had to stop for one team member to catch his breath and rest a bit. By this time my knees and ankles were starting to get sore but I could still pedal. At that point, that’s all that mattered. Keep pedaling and finish.
At the 95-mile mark one of our team mates called it quits. His legs were spent and his wife was nearby to pick him up. As far as I’m concerned, he finished the ride. That left two of use plus one last cyclist that was about ten to fifteen minutes behind us. I used my phone to plot a course back to the finish and we took off, this time with a SAG.
Rolling into the parking lot at the Mall and seeing a few people there cheering us on was totally awesome! Thank you team Wingman for sticking around until the last rider rolled in. They even had pizza waiting for us too! Yay!! Woo wee, what a fun adventure that was! I absolutely loved the ride and will do this ride again in the future.
I do want to thank Tony and Veronica to encourage me to go for the 100. They twisted my arm 🙂