This ride was only supposed to be recorded on my Dailymile – not expecting it to be special enough to blog. Same old route to Caledon – my “go-to” route, the one I did 2 days ago, the one I know all too well. I woke up to sunshine, warmth, & low wind (at least initially). Split second decision to hit the saddle. What was supposed to be an impulsive ride turned into a hill training ride. I was quite proud of the result & wanted to remember it for my sanity.
Today’s focus was QUALITY, not quantity. Quality means speed & technique. I apparently also breach most of the sacred Cycling Rules. To increase the quality of the ride, I decided to obey Rule#37 (wearing the arms of my sunglasses OVER the helmet straps). The least I could do! My “cool-odometer” immediately skyrocketed.
Less than 6km in, 2 cyclists turned right onto my road. I desperately wanted to draft behind them. They seemed like strong men. They can pull me! I sped up to no avail. I finally caught up to them at a red light & exchanged quick introductions. They apparently tried to wait for me earlier (but I was too slow?!). These guys originated from a mountain biking background & were new to road riding. I envied their new spanking bikes – a BMC & a carbon fiber Opus!! Their “warm-up” was my “working” pace. I drafted for 1km before getting dropped. Oh well, I saved a few calories!! They were within eye-sight the whole time. I eventually caught up to them at another red light before getting dropped again climbing the nasty hill at 17km. They eventually stopped for a water break after the climb. I didn’t. Waving goodbye, we parted our ways.
A couple of KM before my turnaround point, a raven was feeding on a roadkill in the middle of the lane. I was a bit shaken up. Bird, that’s disgusting!! As if on cue, rain started to sprinkle down when I reached Caledon. Time to head home!
Checking my cyclocompeter, I was shocked to see my average speed above 25km/hr. Personal best on this route!!! Uncertain whether I could keep this up, I stopped to take a picture.
Trying to beat the rain & rushing through yellow lights helped maintain my pace. There were moments when I felt spent & slowed down. I’d immediately remind myself not to waste a good start & cranked up the gears.
Good ending. I was amazed my pace kept up, even surpassing my earlier average speed. Short but satisfying ride. This being said, I still have lots of training to do if I want even an ounce of hope of conquering the monstrous mountains in Gatineau come May. Until the rollers on this route appear “flat” to me, I must Train. Ride. Repeat.