The seconds are ticking until LotoJa. Scary stuff. As one of the few training rides we have left, though, we rode the Cache Valley Century up in the Logan area this weekend. Bree, Kirk, and I headed up Friday night after work and spent the night at Kirk’s sister Susan’s house. She was so hospitable to let us stay.
It was a long night before the ride. Following my Wasatch Boulevard tour on Thursday, I came down with what has made me the sickest I have been since high school. I have had a fever for three days now and have woken up (or remained awake, rather) in cold sweats for two or three nights straight. Having not been able to remember how this “being sick” business has felt, I can now sympathize with poor Miss Bree who comes down with everything. Anyway, I wasn’t going to let that deter me from riding one hundred miles in one go. Stupid me.
The ride was absolutely beautiful. I didn’t realize there was that much space up in Logan. We would go around mountains to open up to little sub-valleys completely expansed by safflower fields. There were even a couple of lakes that we passed. Luckily for me, it wasn’t a horribly difficult century. It was relatively flat and very low key. All of the riders were horribly friendly – to the point where groups would form on the road among solo riders. It was also interesting to see the caliber of people there. A ton of people that were 60+ riding both the 60 mile and 100 mile rides, people with mountain bikes, people that I wouldn’t so much classify as in-shape, and then there were the average cyclists and even the pros. It was such a good mix – I think it is going to become an annual event (especially considering the price point). It was very well organized in terms of rest stops which had their own variety of snacks at each one. I was just very impressed – considering what we paid to ride it.
Kirk, Bree, and I in good old Preston, Idaho
Long story short, Kirk and I finished the 100 mile route and Bree finished the metric century. I’m so freaking proud of her – she hasn’t ridden more than 20 or 25 miles at all this year in one sitting – and that only once or twice. She just pounded through it and gave me the support I need by participating. Good job Miss Bree.