I was a little hesitant to post this here but I thought some of you might enjoy the story (hopefully). There are a few photos as well but they were only made to capture the moment. I'm a bit lazy these days when it comes to taking photos. I'm officially Mr. Snapshooter who does no after processing
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History.
I started riding about a year ago. When last year ended with Winter taking over I set one goal for the next season; Complete a century ride. Today was my first attempt and I'm going to tell the story.
Last Week.
On most days I commute 9 miles each way to work. During the past two weeks the wind has been horrible, almost painful with 20 mph gusts. It may not seem like much to some of you but for me it wasn't pleasant. But there was a side benefit that I was noticing; my legs were becoming stronger.
Contemplation.
Yesterday I did a small hike with some friends in Starved Rock and was feeling very good physically. The weather was the best I've seen it in at least a month. Better still, it was predicted to carry on into today! All of this added up to me feeling a tad courageous.
The Plan.
The route I chose to take is one I took before, 50 miles there and back (Schaumburg to Crystal Lake). Obviously I needed to do the route twice to complete a full 100 miles. My plan was to leave as early as possible but no later than 7AM. If I got tired at the 50 mile point I'd call it quits. The actual turn around point in Crystal Lake was a friends house. This allowed me to take care of anything, if needed. I thought it was a pretty good plan.
6:00 AM.
"Smack!" Stupid alarm clocks! Oh, right. I'm supposed to be riding my bike today. Quick shower, coffee, put on the bike clothes, instant oatmeal, tall glass of OJ. Did a little maintenance and inspection on the bike. It was kind of cold this morning at 49 degrees or so. Weather report says it'll hit 70 so no worries.
Fill up with water, extra container of OJ for calories, and off I went.
I rented some movies the night before so the first thing I did was drop them off at Blockbuster
Miles 1-12.
While riding past a popular morning area, I saw another cyclist (but no bike) taking photos of the architecture. I slowed down and stroke up some conversation, "Where ya headed?" I asked. "Crystal Lake" the stranger responded. "Hey, I'm heading up there too, you wanna ride together?". "Uhh, sure, but I'm kinda slow!". "Me too, my name's Trevor". He introduced himself as Joe. I asked if he was done taking photos and off we went.
Miles 12-38.
Joe and I rode to Crystal Lake and back to the coffee shop area where we first met up. During our ride we had great conversation, a few things in common, and a beautiful day serving as additional entertainment. He had a nice Puch that would make a great conversion but I didn't push the subject too hard. Once back at the coffee shop we stopped in for a serving of (in Joe's words) "Coffee beans with a little water splashed on them" and some "Complex sugars". We both had cameras and took a couple photos of each other, shook hands, and went our separate ways.
"Joe" and "Me".
Mile 50.
Back at home. Diet Coke and a peanut butter sandwich. Quickly consumed and greatly enjoyed. Wiped the chain down and threw on some new chain-lube. Hmm, do I want to do another 50 miles? Heck yeah! I was feeling great. Up to this point I was doing my best to take it easy and conserve energy. I felt like I could do another 25 miles for sure although 50 miles seemed like it might be pushing it.
Mile 50-52.
Oh boy, where'd this wind come from? I got a little bit discouraged and had thoughts of quitting. The last thing I wanted to deal with is wind. "I can do this" I told myself a few times.
Mile 52-75
All thoughts of giving up and turning around were distant memories. I was determined at this point to be successful.
My butt was starting to get a little bit sore from the saddle. I took out my multi-tool and made adjustments a couple times to try and improve the situation. I was moderately successful.
I reached my friends house in Crystal Lake again but this time knocked on his door. Some lemonade and a cinnamon-raison bagel hit the spot nicely. I don't think I was there even ten minutes because I knew once I stop I'm screwed. I was starting to feel the effects of 75 miles at this point.
Miles 75-80
I passed four cyclists on the path but was later slowed by the typical "medium sized family taking all of the trail and oblivious to their surroundings phenomenon". The cyclists I had passed earlier were now right on my tail. One of them, and me not knowing how close he was behind me, asked a question about my jersey. This of course led to a few other brief words and I eventually asked if they would mind if I tagged along for a bit. They were very friendly, and welcomed me into their small paceline.
Miles 80-85
In less than five miles I could tell you who the strong riders were and who the weaker ones were. For the most part there were only two of the guys doing pulls. I did a couple short pulls myself but was trying my best not to overwork myself. I doubt we went much faster than about 20 mph at any given time. We eventually passed up a very tall mountain biker who asked if he could draft us. I thought it was cool The dude hung well and did a pull towards the end of my journey in this group that was a couple miles per hour faster than what we were doing prior. I'm not sure what he was trying to accomplish. Regardless, he made me tired and the "weaker" riders I mentioned earlier fell off the end. Hey, 80+ miles and hanging in a 22 mph pace isn't too shabby!
One particular person (the one leading most of the time) asked a lot of questions about my bike for some reason. I guess it was cool that he was asking questions but I didn't really want to talk "bikes" at that time. He asked about my hubs, gearing, if I had ridden it at a track (he called it a track bike), if I knew where the local velodrome was, how I liked the saddle and is it a heavy saddle, and numerous other questions. One of the other fellows asked how "light" my bike is. When I told him "about 19 pounds" he seemed surprised. He thought it would be lighter. I knocked on the top tube with my knuckles and said "Steel frame and fork". He responded with "Ahhhh". He commented about how quiet my bike is too. I think I scared him when I had first passed him. Fixed gear with 3/32 drive train is a silent beast!
When they warned that they were breaking off for a bio break I thanked then, and waved goodbye. They were great people and I wouldn't mind running into them again someday.
Miles 85-88
I ended up stopping in front of a Dairy Queen to take a break. There was a BIG hill I had to conquer and I wanted to make sure I could do it. When I did the climb earlier in the day it did a number on me. I was a little concerned. End the end, I made it up. But I took two breaks along the way to recover. It's really not *that* big or long a hill, I was just out of gas.
Miles 88-100
The home stretch! I'm passed the hill and it really is smooth sailing from here. What's with the wind though? It wasn't helping me feel better. At about 10 miles to go, I was pretty damn whooped and was only looking forward to getting home.
Some strange thoughts I had. I kept thinking "Watch, I'm going to get hit by a car 2 miles from my house." I followed that thought with "Damnit, if my legs can spin even after getting run over I'm hopping back on my bike to finish this!" Fortunately I didn't get hit.
Victory!
I made it! Oh Driveway of Sanction, Garage Door of Blessing, Keypad Entry of Relief! Qhat's the garage code? Oh yeah, I remember. Oh joy! I quickly snapped a few photos and then went inside the house for a shower.
Okay, first I had to make it up the stairs but that wasn't as bad as I've had it before. It was getting out of the shower, after my legs had time to relax, that it became more difficult.
At this point in time I wanted to relax and get some food. I drove to Blockbuster to rent a couple movies (I'm watching "Capote" as I type this). While in the video store I had a brief moment where I felt nauseous and was getting ready to run out front and vomit. Fortunately I escaped any such travesty.
(Yes, I realize my gut is completely hanging out. What can I do?)
I'm looking forward to bed tonight. I was supposed to go to the velodrome tomorrow but now I'm not so sure that's a good idea. I guess I'll wait and see. Worse case I just won't ride.
Some technical details.
Total Duration, including breaks: 7 hours 18 minutes. (13.7 mph)
Time spent pedaling: 6 hours 22 minutes. (15.7 mph)
Gear Ratio: 42/16 Fixed (69 gear inches)
Pedal Rotations: Over 90,000 (Sounds impressive doesn't it?)