Fifty-Nine (Painful) Miles.

Well, actually, probably only about twenty were painful. My goal was sixty but the turn around point at 29.5 in Redmond was too convenient, a perfect spot for gatorade and to wolf down a cliff bar quick before hitting the road again.

I was feeling like I could do anything after last week's fifty-one mile ride. I started out pretty fast, and I felt great all the way into Redmond. But fatigue set in around mile forty, in my neck and in my butt, and metaphorically anyway, things just kept going downhill. And 28th to 25th on Madison is not a welcome sight for someone who's just ridden fifty-eight miles. At least not someone in my shape. After I got home, I pretty much wandered around in a daze for about a half-hour. Laura asked me if I was OK a couple times. I think I should have drank more gatorade.

The same thing happened to me the first time I ran sixteen miles. I came home and I felt sick for about two hours. The next week, I ran eighteen, drank more gatorade, and felt fine. We'll see next week when (if) I pierce the seventy mile mark. There is a route that goes around upper lake Washington, if I can find it.

Here are some pics from a much easier day: Up above, actually, I thought they would show up below. I'm still new at this:

The I-90 bike tunnel, and on a much better day, training for the ride.

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