This morning on the way out I was so sleepy that my phone and wallet never left the kitchen. Making my seat bag that much lighter on the way up. No photo from the top of Page Mill.
We'll all just have to suspend disbelief.
By Altamont, when I got a clue and my body started to object, 2 coworkers rode up behind me. (OK so I knew they'd be there...) Not wanting the shame of turning around in their presence, up we went. Together.
It was shaping up to be a hot day and the descent was jacket-free. Showered and dressed at home, then rode to work like any other day. Except the scrambled eggs, bacon, and Ritual coffee tasted really, really good.
At which point I proceeded to get productive and forget all about Page Mill.
Due to a big ramp-up in miles and climbing, I'm slow at the moment. How big? In the past 10 days, 375 miles. ~28,000 feet of climbing. Half of Sydney Melbourne.
This might be the only case of someone who did the Everest Challenge, the height of Mt. Everest in 15 days as a training goal, without actually meaning to!
It was a training panic, then. July 24 seems so close. No brevets this spring. And now a bit scary, being so slow.
With a little bit of luck, speed and distance and climbing will all intersect the third week of July, right around the time of the 1000K. I say to Danny, the 1200K training is in my legs somewhere. And he says, of course it is!