While this story happened a while ago, and I probably blogged about it back then, it bears repeating, if only for humor’s sake.
This morning at indoor “brick” training – we do about 45 minutes on the spin bikes, then head over to the treadmills for another 10-15 minutes then back to the bike (and we only end there if we’re lucky) – our coach was talking about a route that we should go on for a very hilly training bike ride. I almost shuddered in dismay to realize that this bike route made my “do not repeat” list from last season… here’s what happened…
Mike and I decided we needed a shorter, different bike ride one evening to get in a good workout and mix things up a bit; so we loaded our bikes into the truck and drove to the Hardin Valley area. Mind you at this time I had my old bike, was less experienced and dreaded anything that looked like, smelled like or acted like a hill.
Mike had the route all planned out in his head. We would go here, turn there, all the way out to here and then back to the truck. Ok, no big deal, I trust his judgment that these are good roads and he’s amazing with directions, so as long as I follow him, we’ll make it back home. And the change of scenery would be nice, lots of trees, pastureland, nice new houses, all good things.
So off we ride. We start rolling up and down some pretty intense hills, up and down a few bigger ones and then fly down a huge hill. Well… we all know from elementary school (or is it Winnie the Pooh?) that what goes up must come down . Anyways. We start a climb up a hill (and Mike isn’t having any trouble) and I feel like I’m peddling through mud. It wasn’t actually mud, but it felt like it… we hit a turn and continue the climb… still “muddy”… we turn again and are STILL CLIMBING!! By this time we are passing a pasture of cows. My peddling has slowed down to a mere crawl, I’m in the lowest chain ring and I’m at the point where my bike is about to fall over because I’m moving sooo slowly! And all I hear next to me is
(inner thoughts) Is there really a cow right next to the fence mooing at me, FOR REAL?!?!
There is! Really Cow?
Can’t you see I’m dying here and your mooing isn’t helping at all!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH Shut up!!! (yes I’m pretty sure I said the shut up part out loud !! and to a cow none the less). Not my finest moment. And yes, I may have had tears in my eyes.
I literally had to unclip and dismount my bike and push it the rest of the way up the hill and all the while that stupid cow continued to Moo at me!!! I was soooo mad! Not only was I beyond embarrassed that I couldn’t climb that hill (which probably isn’t really that big, I was just spent from trying to keep up with Mike, who is wicked fast and amazing at cycling), but I had a cow (who was probably trying to cheer me on in his own cynical way) sending me into a fuming tirade.
Of course, now the story is hysterical! but then… not so much.
So here’s to you friend!
May we see each other soon – and this time (hopefully) you won’t be laughing!