Monday, March 16, 2009

Desert Weekend

Only in the desert can you wake up to this...


Killer Weekend out in Borrego springs with TCSD.

Saturday: probably the hardest ride I have ever done, as far as intensity and duration. The motion based link doesn't really provide the true picture, but this does:

It all started out nice with a group of 20 or so. About 3 miles in, I mentioned to the person next to me that we were starting to split up a bit, and looked back to see who was with us. The gentlemen behind me looked me square in the eyes, and said with a rather firm voice "Don't slow down".

I thought to myself "Gonna be one of those rides I guess". Having not ridden in a group in forever, I figured what the hey!

I proceeded to not slow down, and before I knew it, there were 6 of us pace-lining through the southern california desert. When I got to mile 10, I realized I was already half way done with my fluids, and that the pace was relentless. "I have no business riding with these guys" I told myself. Then I thought "riding alone sucks a hell of a lot more". We kept a solid rotation going, and traveled the 28 miles to the salton sea in about 1hr 11min. We returned in much the same manner, only with a slight head wind.

After a hard fought 56 miles, I (and everyone else) can honestly say the cool down was harder than the rest of the ride.

Shortly after getting back to camp, a few of us headed out for a hike...


Desert Oasis! For real!


Inside the Oasis!


Continuing past the oasis leads to some waterfalls...


Ever wonder where a river ends?


Few random pics:

What is becoming typical triathlete attire - even in a social setting. (Kevin, really?)


Someone's hungry!

Saturday night was "letting loose". By that I mean, I drank wine like it was water. This mind you, coming from a guy who was in the desert, and was worried about not hydrating enough earlier in the day!

The bi-annual TCSD marshmallow fight!


Sunday, we did "hill top challenge" (promptly at 9am), and let's just say climbing a steep hill made my lungs burn, and got me back to reality very quickly! No hangover either!

After pounding water and OJ like it was wine, Paul and I headed out on a solid 10 miler. I don't know if my HRM was not on correctly or if the wine from the night previous had EPO in it, but I have never run 8 min miles at 150HR for any duration, so I'll take it!

The rest of the day sunday was spent being shelled from the weekend, and loving every second of it!

2 comments:

jameson said...

sounds fun man... I am bummed we missed it!

way to throw down the watts and wine! Go Big!

Jeff said...

you know its a good ride when....you're moving time was only 3 seconds less than your total time...looks like a killer ride dude.