Today was not a good day to ride bikes. It stormed all night and the temperature dropped steadily from yesterday's high of 86F to a start-time temp of 53, with light rain continuing throughout the morning and a stiff wind from the north.
I had every intention of griping about the weather the entire time, but I wouldn't have had a very good audience even if I'd been able to, because of the roughly 300 registrants, there were fewer than 30 riders on the start line (at least for the 66-mile option).
We rolled off the line and out of the parking lot I knew I had a problem: the left shifter wasn't working. I could shift up, but not down. Because I'm an idiot, I took that to its logical conclusion and went straight to 50/10 before we even got onto the public road.
I pushed 5:1 up that road 1.5 miles to the stoplight and begged our grupetto of 5 to let me pull over to see if there was anything I could do. 3 of us stopped, and my hands were already wet enough that I couldn't open the SRAM app on my phone. After confirming the shifter battery was reporting 'good' and noting a pending firmware update on the rear derailleur, I eventually gave up, remapped the right shifter to down-shift, put it in 50/17, re-remapped the shifter, and hopped back on.
Trying to chase back on was a nightmare: I was constantly spun out and trying to actively pedal 120+ RPM to hold the wheel, but we got back to the front riders pretty quickly. I was only 5 miles into my day and thinking there was little chance I'd be able to hold on for 60+ miles alternating between spin & grind, so I took a risk and shifted up...twice...to 50/14. That's a properly hard gear to pedal uphill, but reasonable on the flats in a group. But what started as a group of 5 was back down to a group of 3, and we were gonna be pushing into that stiff northerly wind for the whole first half. I was trying to be very cautious not to shift up.
But habits are hard to break, and when I got distracted on descents I found myself slipping, first to 50/13, which was getting pretty close to untenable on the short ramps, then in a fit of frustration of wind & water in my ear I accidentally went to 50/12, and that was a bridge too far.
Fortunately by this point our 3rd rider asked for a rest stop. I whipped out the phone again and fought through drenched gloves to pull back to at least 50/14 and run the derailleur's firmware update as we rounded the midway point to embrace that glorious tailwind...and still dropping temps.
I was in my "Flandrian Best" (Rule 21) with ostensibly waterproof materials from head to toe, and while my core stayed warm enough, the soaked bib & shoe covers, the drenched gloves, and the sleeves of my jacket were making me more & more aware of just how miserable a day it was. I couldn't handle the food in my back pocket, and when I could get something out, I couldn't open the packaging. We'd managed to find a stretch of minimal road-water that expired just as the temps reached their nadir at 50F, so it was full spray and constant soaking for the last 25 miles. But we were pointed homeward and now it was just an issue of survival.
My attention quickly wandered again, and with it another accidental shift. The firmware update had made no improvements, and with ~18 miles to the end, I knew I couldn't ask the others to stop again, so it was just going to extra super suck to the finish. The ramps got steep enough that a few times my cadence dipped below 30 RPM. The power was still there, though, and my back wasn't griping like it had been all summer (thanking past-me for the few days I've taken off the bike recently!).
Entering the final 10 miles I was in full countdown mode. Every 10th of a mile (if I could see the numbers on the screen thru all the water) was like checking off a to-do-list item, and my mind was quickly cataloging all the remaining ramps as my legs started feeling more wooden.
When we got to 3 miles left, our 3rd guy let the wheel go, and I had to come around him uphill to close the gap. Not sure if that was the final nail in my coffin, or my inability to eat, or the sheer volume of ground water I'd consumed, but while I caught back on, there were no matches left. I took one final pull to get Alastair within 1km of the finish and came off the front as the road pitched down. Unwilling to risk another gear, I tried to no avail to spin fast and hold on. He crossed the line 20 seconds ahead of me to "win" the charity ride.
I cannot believe I was able to complete that ride. I spent 81 minutes in 50/14, 76 minutes in 50/13, 9 minutes in both 50/16 & 50/12, and 5.5 in 50/10, and we were done in 3 hours 2 minutes. I ate exactly 1 rice krispie treat and nothing else, averaged 203W (normalized 228W) with an average cadence of 71 RPM, and somehow managed to go 22.1 mph over 66.9 miles. Absolute bananas. And in the worst possible conditions of rain, wind, and falling temps.
https://www.strava.com/activities/20623313078
My therapist likes to tell me, "you can do hard things." Sometimes, it seems, she's right.
(after a battery change, the left shifter is back--it never gave any warning and was reporting 'good' status during the ride)