Wrong! Didn't matter because by the end of lap #8 I was pretty much gone anyway. I did number nine because I was just pissed off. My ass was sore, my lower back was killing me, and my legs were, well, pretty much fried. Those last two laps (8 & 9) had no redeeming qualities in them at all aside from the pain and misery they caused. Maybe they put a little fiber in my character. By the time I got back to my car and then the health club I was hobbling around like some old man.
The first half of the ride was a good deal of fun, but that last lap totally sucked. I should have called it quits after number seven, when I resorted to the granny gear on many of the hills, but I felt that I would be wimping out. So I continued to push. After lap five I stopped at the car quick to grab a couple of gels and wipe my chain down and put some fresh lubricant on it. A quiet bike is a fast bike, but of course you need to have legs for that. Pretty much end of story. When I got home I took three Ibuprofen, drank a bottle of Gatorade and enjoyed a nap. That's what Kenny would have done accept I'm sure there would have been a beer in there somewhere just for good measure. Now, I'm dying of starvation and our refrigerator is empty. Guess we will be going out to eat. Not all bad I guess. Grocery shopping tomorrow! That is, after I go out and do this again. At this point, much will depend on how my back feels in the morning. We are supposed to meet at 9 A.M., but I will probably try to get there earlier.
I'm sick of training and can hardly wait until I can get on the bike just to go for a fun ride like last weekend up on the North Shore. Fall brings early darkness, cool nights, and night rides. Oh, and of course commuting back and forth to school. Hopefully 2-3 days a week. Fortunately I have that to look forward to and of course snow and snow biking. Now there is some fun!!