Today I recovered really well from yesterday. I was a little stressed out
in the morning when I discovered that I was the last person to breakfast -- I
had thought that everyone would be taking it easy and that I would have some
extra time, but I had to rush through breakfast to make up for my tardiness
and get on the road at a reasonable time.
In the morning I was still horribly tired and stiff from yesterday. When we
got on Interstate 40 about a mile from the hotel I was briefly tempted to take
the west exit heading back towards Los Angeles rather than continuing east.
After some short climbs early on, however, I found myself with my energy back
and my legs didn't complain too much as long as I didn't push them too hard.
Last night I wasn't sure how I would recover from the day's ride to make it
through the rest of the trip, but I guess a little of the "hair of the dog
that bit me" was exactly what I needed. I wouldn't think that more riding
would make me feel rested, but after today's ride, like I said, I feel like my
energy is back and my legs feel much less sore than yesterday. We're not going
to have another easy day until Day 9, however, so for the next three days I'm
going to have to knuckle down again, although hopefully the riding will be
easier than yesterday.
Part of what made today so easy is that we had a net elevation loss -- from
7,000 to 5,000' altitude -- so we spent more miles descending than
climbing. We earned that downhill yesterday. So, hard days on PAC Tour are
harder than training rides at home -- since we sometimes end at higher
elevations than we start at -- and easier days are easier, because we sometimes ride more miles going down than up, if that makes any sense.
The wide, open sky of aerobar country. |
Yesterday in Williams, after spending most of the day riding north from
Wickenburg rather than our usual east, we were about sixty miles south of the
Grand Canyon. Today in Winslow, we are close to the Painted Desert and
Petrified Forest. My parents showed me photos from visits to both places they
took a few years ago and both looked very beautiful so someday I'll have to
get back here to sight-see. To get to Winslow, we passed through the Navajo
reservation that William Least Heat Moon passed through when writing
Blue
Highways. I enjoyed reading that book so riding through the country on a
roadtrip of my own was exciting for me. We descended for miles through wide
open plains with red earth, blue sky, and puffy white clouds.
A scared stray puppy hiding under the lunch truck hopes for hand outs. |
There were lots
of stray dogs in the few towns we passed through. A homeless puppy was even
hiding under the lunch truck hoping for handouts. I joked to Susan that I
thought Bisti needed a playmate but she didn't seem convinced. I took a photo
of the puppy hiding under the truck and realized that I probably had more
photos of dogs on the trip than of fellow cyclists, so I took the last few
photos that I had for the day of riders eating lunch. I rode by the last
rest stop as Jim from Wisconsin was still setting it up, and two hopeful strays
were sitting watching his every move vigilantly, waiting for the action to
start and the food to come out.
Gratuitous photo of riders at lunch to balance out all of my dog photos. Going counter-clockwise and starting at the left, that's Troy, Steve, Alan, Randy, Mike, Nancy, Nancy, Rick, Peter, Judith, and John. |
Second to riding, the hardest part of PAC Tour is getting ready in the
evenings for the next day. Getting organized takes a lot of time. After I get
into the hotel, I clean my bike (which requires more work on some days than
others, like if it's wet out versus dry); wash my cycling clothes in the sink
and hang them up to dry; clean my water bottles and CamelBak bladder; shower;
eat dinner; write my daily log; lay out my clothes, route sheet, and other
items for the next day; set the alarm; brush my teeth; and stretch. Written as
a list it doesn't sound like a lot, but it adds up and there's lot of details
to remember. Like if I get a flat during the day I have to remember get a
fresh tube from my stash box and put the punctured tube someplace where I'll
remember to patch it.
On a day like today, where I got in at 1:30, I have
plenty of time to recover, but when I don't get in until 5:00, like the first
day and yesterday, I end up not getting quite as much sleep as I'd like. When
I train a lot at home I tend to need ten to twelve hours of sleep a night so I
thought I could re-create that on the road. I've been getting only about seven
hours of sleep each night, although that's probably enough. My evening routine involves dumping the
entire contents of my gear bag onto the hotel room floor and bed, and slowly
packing things back up as I use what I need. Eventually everything becomes
orderly again, but the mess I make in the process is a little scary. My goal
is to have everything set before I go to bed so I have to think as little as
possible at 5am the next morning.
Finding dinner can be the most challenging part of the ritual since the hotel
isn't always close to a restaurant. My ideal would be to be across the street
from a grocery store every night so I could grab salads and sandwiches and
yogurt and fresh water and eat while I get ready. That hasn't happened yet,
though. Some nights we aren't even close to a convenience store for bottled
water. Tonight we ate at a restaurant in town called Falon. It was a couple of
miles away from the hotel so one of the owners actually shuttled us back and forth to the restaurant all evening. I was worried that the whole process would be a little slow,
but I'm glad I went. I had a big stack of pancakes, a salad, home fries, and
orange juice. The owner was Native American and he said he has an accounting
business on the side to help out with income when tourist season dies down
and the restaurant doesn't get as much business. The food was tasty and dirt
cheap and I was glad to help support him. My other option was to buy several
cans of Spagettios from the Texaco down the street since the Chinese
restaurant that was close by looked a little scary. The owner also seemed very
proud of his town, pointing out sites to us on the drive from the hotel.
At dinner I mentioned to my fellow cyclists that I have been having lower
back pain that I thought was caused by its having to support my belly that is
distended from all of the water and sports drinks that I've been imbibing
lately. I thought I was half kidding but apparently other people have been
having the same bloating problem as well. Another funny story is that
yesterday, at one point Manfred, who is from Germany and speaks English a
little less than fluently, almost got onto I-40 going back west rather than
east. I yelled out to him before he got on the Interstate, and fortunately he
heard me the second time because I didn't have the energy to go chasing after
him. I was confused by the route sheet, too, but it seemed to make sense that
we wanted to head east. A hitchhiker was sitting on the east on-ramp so I
asked him if a bunch of cyclist had passed that way. He said, "Yes, this is
the way to Ash Fork." I thanked him and when I rode into Ash Fork twenty or so
miles later I saw the same hitchhiker, again sitting on the east I-40 on-ramp,
waiting for his next ride. I waved to him and he waved back. Apparently hitching gets
you places about the same rate as cycling so maybe I'll see him in a few weeks
in Charleston.
Tomorrow is supposed to be 122 miles with 4350' of climbing -- a little
steeper than on the original schedule. The next day I think is the longest of
the trip, with about 160 mi, and the day after that is also moderately
difficult, so hopefully I can get through each day without too much stress
about falling behind. At some point I'm theoretically supposed to be getting
stronger, so maybe that switch will turn on soon and I'll be able to power
through anything.