The last day of a three day weekend and the hottest part of it seemed like the best time to ride. At 1:30 p.m., with the sun beating down almost directly overhead, I took off on my road bike to an unknown destination. I immediately regretted my decision.
Out in the open, on a boring road bike, and getting cooked in the sun only two miles in was not a good way to spend the day. Instead of turning around though, I decided to keep going and see if I could get through it. A few miles later, I wasn't feeling so bad.
So I stopped.
I was sweating a ton, but it wasn't too bad. I enjoyed the shade while I stopped and even made a few new friends.
I think at that point I'd gone maybe five miles or so. Far enough to keep from turning back, and short enough that I should keep going.
So I did.
I can get to some country roads pretty quickly, and I usually enjoy that. However, being out in the open in the hot sun made this rather unpleasant. I was drinking lots of water, but the effort I had to put in on the bike made me kind of woozy. I stopped for another break, and to make another new friend.
We chatted for a while. Well, I chatted. He listened. I was feeling wonky for sure, which was probably the main reason I was having a conversation with a horse on the side of the road. Still, I needed the break.
We said our goodbyes and I hit the road again. I tried to offer him a donut as a parting gift...
I felt better, but I wondered for how long. I was far from home. Ten miles if I took the most direct route. I still had water and money for a stop at the store if needed. I figured I would be good.
I was for the most part. I was fortunate to have lots of downhills for some reason (which kept me cooler), and after being out in the middle of nowhere for so long I started seeing familiar sites.
That was my "special" crossing over the intestate. From there I had under three miles to go. Suddenly I felt better, and pushed hard to get home. I rolled up in the driveway, happy that I didn't die.
So I celebrated...
That beer was good, but it hit me hard. I took a shower (a cold one), and spent the rest of the day cooling off and taking it easy. Riding in the searing heat was the best way I knew to keep road riding interesting. It worked.
And now we're up to day 19 with temps above 90 degrees. Time for another ride.
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