if the need for one should ever arise. Today’s workout took me 5 hours and 2 minutes. From 10:15 am to 3:17 pm, my legs didn’t stop pedaling except when I stopped at home for a minute to get more water.
My usual brown rice (1/2 cup) and sweet potato (1 potato) breakfast was enough fuel for the first two hours.I brought my home brew energy drink mixed with oj and acai berry that lasted for another two hours. The problem was I ran out of fuel when I was still 12 miles away from home. So the last hour was really slow. I was tempted on a few occasions to beg for food from people on the path, but opted against it. The words would have come out in slow motion (read the following in a very slow deep voice… Excuse me, I hate to bother you, but would you happen to have an extra granola bar, you see, I’m insane and I left the house to ride my bike for a few hours today, and didn’t pack a snack. I’m still about 12 miles from home and my pride won’t let me call anyone to pick me up) It would have probably worked too because I looked pathetic yet friendly. I knew I needed it, it would have helped tremendously, but now I know how my body reacts when it’s starving for energy. It’s a different feeling than just plain starving.
I’m guessing I won’t sleep tonight (like after my last long ride) because my body still feels like it’s working on something. My legs are tingling, my stomach is full (thanks mom), and my mind can not stop thinking of the possibilities of how far I can push myself. I should mention something about how the British are coming too, to help with my insanity defense.
