Last April talking to some friends, I said I would ride the Tour de Tucson 109 mile version. And some demented part of me felt like I had to follow through with my words.
WTF?! The longest ride I had ever done prior to the now committed 109 mile was the 50 miles I had ridden during the Rosarito/ Ensenada Ride and that was just so I could burn enough calories to justify my eats and drinks at the marjor post ride party!
I started to train and ride regularly. I even managed to ride 100 miles before the actual race date. I was feeling good then I caught the flu that was going around a week before the race date . . . my family and I decided to go down regardless, not knowing for sure if I would ride the next day.
5am day of the ride, I woke up and decided WTH, let's do it~ I've trained for this ride, what's a little flu?
The first 35 miles I rode smoothly and things were going great. I thought to myself, I'm so glad I'm out here riding. I was totally inspired by all the riders in all shapes and sizes, young, old, handicapped.
At mile 41 I heard a loud pop. I looked around wondering what that sound was . . . until someone riding next to me says to me, "hmm, I think you've blown your tire! You need to stop and change your tire!"
What?! I had brought 2 intertubes but I never in a million years thought I would blow out my tire! SO I did not bring any spare tire! No choice I stopped by the side of the road. There I was stranded and I thought my ride was over when 2 seconds after I stopped, a guy stops also. Naturally I asked him if he also had bike issues. When he told me he had stopped to help me, I was shocked. I was like, "really?! you stopped your race to help me??" I couldn't believe it. When I told him I had blown a tire and didn't have spare, he pulled out his own and gave it to me. Again, I couldn't believe it! In my dazed state, he changed my intertube and tire wished me luck and rode off . . .
Bike working again, I rode on thinking how kind and generous our fellow bikers are . . .
By now my flu had started to affect me and by 51 miles I hit a major wall. I felt like I couldn't go any further and at the aid station, I basically sit in a chair and started crying. I just thought this was the hardest thing I had ever done and I was ready to throw in the towel. So many people around me were so encouraging and supportive that I sniffled my last tears and go on my bike and continued.
I won't lie and I'm not too proud to write that the going was hard. My coughing was so hard that I sounded asthmatic. Fellow riders were slowing down asking me if I needed the medic. I said no and was glad that I had brought plenty of tissues and flu medicine.
Slow and steady I told myself. At 71 miles I told myself I was 60% over with the ride when I heard another pop! Once again, I thought it was another rider and needed to be told that it was me who had blown my tire~ this time my front one! Totally discouraged, I stopped and was getting ready to pull out my cell phone to call my husband to come and pick me up when 2 riders from Team Challenge Lymphoma Society stopped to help me. For the third time during this ride, I was speechless. I couldn't believe it that I started to cry again. The two guys were so nice they probably weren't expecting to have to fix my tire and calm me down too! They asked me if I was riding with anyone and when I told them that I was riding by myself but my husband and son were waiting for me at the finish line, they offered to ride with me . . . so we rode together until the next aid station when I had to stop and rest and they continued to ride on.
At this aid station was when I hit my second wall. I just felt like I couldn't go on. By this time, I had less than 30 miles left . . . but when I'm tired and exhausted those 30 miles seem like a LONG ways away. Plus, by this time, I was experiencing head wind with every pedal. And the head wind was STRONG~ around 35mph~ no exaggeration. I must have sat in a chair for 10-15mins thinking about whether or not I would go on. I don't know what I thought about~ maybe how if I didn't finish, I would disappoint the people that helped me or disappoint my family or disappoint myself. And what about that rider who was riding with a metal skull brace . . . he was finishing! Once again, it was my fellow riders who encouraged me to continue so once again, I told myself one pedal at a time.
The last stretch facing head wind and going one pedal at a time was really just about finishing and was I ever happy to see the faces of my husband and son!
Needless to say for this ride, I did not stay for the post race party~ I was just glad to be with my family!
And this ride will stay with me forever for the spirit and generosity of the riders that I came across. read more