This weekend, was an extra long weekend – 4 days, with both the Friday and the Monday off. Very nice, indeed. I was scheduled for three 3-hour EM rides. On Thursday, I wondered if this was going to be a little aggressive, but figured it shouldn’t be that big of a deal.
For the holiday weekend my wife and I headed up to Bonnyville, where her parents have a beautiful acreage near Muriel Lake. It’s picturesque, quiet, and always nice a relaxing. Knowing that I had to get some rides in, I tossed my bike on the roof of the car and we headed out early Friday morning. After lunch I rolled out for 3-hour slog number one. It was warm and sunny and so down the gravel range roads I went, enjoying the pastural scenery. I felt good. I felt strong, and so as my legs turned over, 1 hour turned into 2 hours pretty quickly. Hour three however, things started to get a little strenuous. The Bonnyville area isn’t quite as flat as the ‘most’ of Alberta. It’s what I’d consider ‘rolling’ country, but it still gets just as windy. And it was this combination of rolling hills and consistent 30km/h winds that started to take its toll on me. That, and just the general discomfort of being on the bike for that long. My lower back was squaking a bit and the back of my neck chimed in right near the end. As I rolled up the gravel driveway to the house at 3 hours and 6 mins, I was more than ready to get off the bike. I thought about last year’s TR, and this year’s TR3 and shuddered. – Read More –