We had planned this 100 mile ride to celebrate US and our newly engaged selves. We were so damn excited about it. I mapped out a big fucking route but it didn't go as planned (does it ever?). Firstly, I'm an idiot and mixed up my rides. I had us riding in the almost wrong direction and not for a little while, for like 40 kms! Not long after that Ryan was getting whacked with some nasty nausea.
We were close to home. Within 20 kms. I was damned if my two legs weren't going to take me there somehow. We felt better after eating so even if we had to coast all the way home, we would make it.
I reduced my Lantus in the morning but otherwise took 4 units of insulin during the ride. I ate 2 packages of clif shots, 2 GU’s, 2 granola bars and a banana. I had only one bottle of HoneyMaxx. I KNOW I should have had way more. Oh and some toast smothered in almond butter and jam. I ran on the low side all day which wasn't all that great but better than being high in my mind.
The whole damn ride. Looks like a bat or something. It sure doesn't LOOK like 100 miles.
First half of the ride (click picture to read comments)
Second half of the ride