I'd been thinking about doing the Mt. Greylock climb for a while, and then I happened to see the results from the annual time trial up to the top, which was held last Saturday, and that added to the motivation. And then I needed to go to Litchfield today, and Greylock is virtually on the way, so today it was, even if it was a bit warmer than I cared for.
It's 9 miles, roughly 2,750' climb, a couple of those miles are wasted (ie. flat), but the rest are between 6 and 10%, with a few (much) steeper pitches thrown in just to test character.
Goal #1 was to make it without getting off the bike.
Did that. :-)
Goal #2, well, it didn't matter so much how quickly I went up, really, think about it, who cares, but it's easier if you have some sort of time in mind, gives a little motivation to keep at it. So goal #2 was to do it in 81 minutes. Not so much a goal, but what I thought I was capable of doing, where the 81 minutes came from simple formula, 3 minutes per 100 feet of climb, and I'd thought the climb was 2,700'.
And actually did that too, just, 80:45 roughly. :-)
Though, of course, if you look at the
results, a reality check comes quickly -- the best guy took 37 minutes, a guy in the 60-64 took 44 minutes -- and reinforces my own assessment that I am just painfully slow.
But, on the other hand, having reached the top and then having another 25 miles to ponder the meaning of what I had just done, and having concluded it wasn't much to brag about because, had I been in the race, I would have finished dead last, DFL is the proper term. Well, what can you do...
So imagine my surprise to fire up the laptop and check the results after the fact and find out I would have been quicker than 8 people. Son of a gun! And even more, first in the 70-74 age group. (So what if there was no one else in the group, so what if a guy 70-75 did it in 60 minutes....)
Not so bad... :-)
Rest of the ride was fine, long downhill down the south side, not as steep as the north side, then back through Adams to my car.
(I'd biked up Greylock once before, up the south side and down the north side, maybe 10 years ago, part of the Greylock century, 10,000' feet of climb to go with the 100 miles. Made it around that course in about 7:30 or so, a fair bit of suffering, but then isn't that how you get the best memories?)
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Now in Litchfield, a note on things here before I forget. Mom often has conversations with friends/family who are long since gone, mom taking care of both sides of the conversation. This one, as related by Lina, was with my dad, Mort was a very good friend of my mom's for maybe 30 years --
(mom as mom) So who did you love more, me or your mistress?
(mom as dad) Oh, about the same. And do you love Mort more than me?
(mom as mom) I loved Mort, he's my good friend, but I loved you more, you are my husband. I always loved you.