MueckeRacing

Spent 13 hours on the bike on Sunday, taking a nice tour up the river to Mattawa, Vantage, then the short climb up to Ellensburg. I consoled myself on my low speed by reminding myself I was carrying a bunch of extra weight – clothing food and water. Ellensburg brought a welcome break in the all-day sandwich eating experiment – Taco Del Mar. Probably should have skipped the fresh salsa, as the uncooked onions proved to be a bit hard on the stomach, but other than that, a mondo burrito provides enough power to take the interstate to Yakima. Once, again, I decided my slow speed could have many causes. Probably by this time, though, I really was going kind of slow on the climbs.
I called home around dark o’clock, and soon picked up the vibe that I would be getting a ride home from Prosser, as Sammi and Brandon had spent the entire day prepping a homemade Chinese feast. That’s the food, not the people.
I backed the play by actually making it out on Monday morning before daybreak, physically feeling pretty good, but mentally exhausted from Sunday’s ride. Part of Sunday was all about riding when it’s not fun: it had rained for a few hours, and I was intentionally riding on a fairly uncomfortable saddle – trying to train my brain to ride well no matter what else is going on.
So Monday found me deciding to call 20 miles enough, and spending the rest of the day with the family. And of course cleaning up Steve’s loaner bike. But hey, you loan an ultracyclist a bike, it’s gonna get a few miles on it.