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Tuesday Mar 27, 2018 #
3 PM
biking - dark blue bike 1:23:30 19.07 mi (4:23 / mi) +585ft 4:15 / mi
ahr:109 max:129
Well, that was not the best ride. About halfway around the loop I was planning, and with home 9 or 10 miles away no matter which way I went, I started feeling quite feeble. Best as I could tell, low blood sugar. At which point I remembered that I had forgotten to eat lunch. Hmmm.
I had some money with me, always do, but no place to spend it, which I suppose is one of the joys of the back roads around here. Over the next few miles, as I geared down and then geared down some more, I considered various scenarios of getting a little sugar in my system -- at which house would I knock on the door and ask for something sweet, and how would that conversation go?
Meanwhile I kept turning the pedals over. It wasn't a cold day, but I was getting chilly because I wasn't generating any heat. I spent some time thinking about some day being found someplace, some hours after something dire happened, and how that would be a perfectly fine way to go.
But the miles passed, and the couple of small hills do, as they tend to do if you just keep moving. And at some point I picked up a little energy -- is low blood sugar self-correcting? -- and the last 3 or 4 miles were much less a struggle. And, of course, eventually I was home.
And the first order of business, for sure, was food.
I think an energy bar needs to take up residence in my saddle bag, joining the few dollar bills already there. Wouldn't be a bad idea.
I had some money with me, always do, but no place to spend it, which I suppose is one of the joys of the back roads around here. Over the next few miles, as I geared down and then geared down some more, I considered various scenarios of getting a little sugar in my system -- at which house would I knock on the door and ask for something sweet, and how would that conversation go?
Meanwhile I kept turning the pedals over. It wasn't a cold day, but I was getting chilly because I wasn't generating any heat. I spent some time thinking about some day being found someplace, some hours after something dire happened, and how that would be a perfectly fine way to go.
But the miles passed, and the couple of small hills do, as they tend to do if you just keep moving. And at some point I picked up a little energy -- is low blood sugar self-correcting? -- and the last 3 or 4 miles were much less a struggle. And, of course, eventually I was home.
And the first order of business, for sure, was food.
I think an energy bar needs to take up residence in my saddle bag, joining the few dollar bills already there. Wouldn't be a bad idea.