Charmaine is in Arizona this weekend, which meant I slept in and missed the optimal window to start a bike ride (which just happens to coincide with the hours you can get a Sausage McMuffin with Egg). It’s actually a miracle I was able to get myself out there without a visit to McDonald’s. I fired up the stove and fried a few eggs, made some toast, sliced some cheese, and poured myself a tall glass of orange juice. It wasn’t the perfect pre-ride meal, but it wasn’t bad.

It felt warm and windy outside. Weather Underground said it was a 14 mph wind from the west. I thought it might be fun to ride up through Oceanside and take advantage of that wind to push me along the bike trail. My legs were still feeling a bit sore from my long run on Thursday, so I thought I would just take it easy today, get some time in the saddle, and call it a recovery ride. But as soon as I started heading toward the beach I knew it wasn’t going to be a recovery ride. It was serious work to go west and my legs were not happy about it.

I decided I would ride the Torrey Pines hill and see how I felt after that. The hill itself wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. There are quite a few people that get off and walk their bikes up, but I was never tempted to stop, even with the worn-out condition of my legs. It seemed a lot easier and shorter than the ride up Sun Crest, for example. I rode a bit at the top before turning around and heading back down. The way back down is fast and rough. I don’t like roads like that; they make my bike shake and wobble. I’m always worried that I have a flat tire. Today was no exception. I stopped in the middle of the hill on the way down to make sure I still had air in my tires. I really expected to find my back tire flat, but it wasn’t, so I got back on and went the rest of the way down.

At the bottom I caught up with some skinny guys that had flown past me when I was stopped. I was worried that if I passed them on the flat, they would have to pass me again when we climbed up into Del Mar. That turned out to be a mistake. I was way faster than them, even on the climb. It seemed like it might be tricky to pass them with the construction, so I turned back up Carmel Valley Road instead. I thought about just riding back home, but that would have made this my shortest ride in years. I wasn’t going to have that, so I cruised over to the 56 bike trail.

I went back to my original plan to take it easy and just get some time in the saddle. I coasted to the bottom of the bike trail and ran into a couple guys getting ready to sprint up the trail. I wondered if I could stay with them. They continued getting ready and I didn’t want to just sit and wait for them, so I headed up on my own. I was pushing it, but my legs were screaming at me, so I probably wasn’t going all that fast.

At some point one of the guys caught up to me. I don’t know when, but he was content to just draft behind me for a while. I pushed hard down one of the hills and pulled away from him, but he caught up and passed me during the final climb up to Camino Del Sur. The light was red and he didn’t want to wait. I only had to wait about 10 seconds before it turned green and I decided I would try to keep him in my sights. He was pretty far ahead, but I thought I might catch up again. I did, but then he pulled away again during the final climb to Black Mountain Road. We both coasted down to the light at Rancho Peñasquitos. I decided to turn around and head back at that point. My legs were fried.

I cut off the bike path at Rancho Santa Fe Farms Road, which is where Carmel Valley Road and the 56 are the closest together. As soon as I turned onto Carmel Valley Road I knew I had made a mistake. The wind was directly in my face and made it tough to ride down the slight hill to Del Mar Heights Road. The wind continued to be in my face the rest of the way home.