After a few months of avoiding the gym, eating like a fool, and being a lazy bum, I decided it was time to get it back in gear. So I agreed to ride in the Bulldog Bike Race on Camp Pendleton. My friend Joe and his buddy Derek were riding, so I figured it was as good a time as any to get off the couch and back on the fitness trail.
Ugh. What a day. It was a 26 mile bike ride, the middle section a huge hill to conquer. In the course of 20 miles, I managed to get not one, but two flat tires. And when I had the second flat, at mile 20.5, I was paying too much attention to the tire as I slowed down, forgot I was clipped into the pedals, and fell onto my side. What a dolt.
I only had the one spare tube that Joe lent me at the first flat, so there was no repairing the tire and getting back in the race. So for the first time in my admittedly limited competition career, I did not finish. I had to be swept the last 4+ miles and dropped off at the finish line. It was not a great feeling.
The next event is the Devil Dog Duathlon in April. It is a 5k run, a 30k ride, and then another 5k run. I don't know if I will be up to it, but I need to get back out there. Wish me luck!