The woman in front of me turns around and asks if I'm a runner. I was wearing a Run Girl Run T-shirt. I said yes and we got to talking about running. She was a sprinter back in her younger years. Then she noticed my really bad cycling glove tan (which seems to be only getting worse each ride).
I had gotten home from riding 155km (just shy of 100miles) in 35C heat (up to 93F). I felt like my brain was fried. I just wanted my meds. (that sounds bad, but you know what I mean). I just wanted to get out of there.
She kept going on about how awesome a runner she was until she got sick. It was obvious she was yearning to talk more about herself so I let her go. I was too tired otherwise. She went into her story about adrenal failure and everything else. I was interested to a point. Then she said she had diabetes for awhile. That perked my attention so I told her I have type 1. She said she had to take 4 shots and umpteen mg of pills or whatever. Said something about her pancreas regenerating itself, I wasn't entirely interested to be honest. The whole, "I had diabetes once but now I don't" doesn't really sit well with me. Next thing I know she's leaning on the display case and talking my ear off about all of her problems as we are standing in line at the pharmacy.
It kind of made me feel like a broken person. The pharmacy is what keeps me alive. They know me by name before I even make it up to the desk. It's not a nice feeling depending on meds. It also apparently puts you at risk of hearing people's "what's wrong with me" stories. Even when you aren't in the mood. It reminded me of two old folks sitting around the table complaining about what ails them.
6:00am, 30mins in, sun rising. It was so beautiful
|Céline. The other picture had her head cut off. Oops|
I love listing off numbers, it's so satisfying! Plus, it forces me to document this stuff for later.
Distance: 155.2km (96.4miles)
Temperature high: 35C (93F)
Avg speed: 26.6km/h (16.5m/h)
carbs consumed: 200g
water: 3+ litres (100oz)
calories burned: 5295
Avg. HR: lost my HRM
Avg BG during ride: 7.1mmol/l (128mg/dl)
Not just rotted cow manure, WELL rotted cow manure.
I was SO EXCITED (you can tell) when I found this in my pocket. I was really bummed out because I thought I forgot it on the kitchen counter. I'm absolutely dripping sweat, I like how it's hard to tell in photos.
This would be me waiting outside of the store for my ever so kind father. Wasted, totally and utterly wasted. It was better than riding into an oncoming car.
Almost 100miles. Almost 2 weekends in a row of 100mile days. ALMOST! but not quite.