|The historic downtown is worth checking out. There's loads of shops that daytrippers dig. I stopped in none of them because I smelled of athletic endeavors. I figured it was wiser to not ruin sightseers day with my funkiness. Oh, and in case you didn't know, Glen Rose is famous for its prehistoric past.|
Last Saturday, I woke up at 3:30 a.m. so I could drive down to Glen Rose and start a nine-hour ride at approximately the same time The Texas Time Trial 12-hour ride will begin Sept. 29.
First, since it's the country, 6 a.m. is incredibly dark, much darker than Dallas with all the light pollution. Second, it was a very hot day. Third, despite the lack of sleep and the 90-degree temps, I felt really good and increased my comfort with the course (I don't handle steep descents well, y'all).
the 26-mile loop (yes, runners are out on portions of it, too) is a sign for the teeny-tiny town of Nemo, population 700. According to the always reliable Wikipedia (heh), this unincorporated piece of Somervell County has a most awesome origin story that relates to this teeny-tiny post office:
Settlement of the area began in the mid-19th century. Originally called Johnson Station after local settler Jimmie Johnson, residents attempted to receive a post office designation under the same name. The postal authorities, however, suggested a shorter name be used. When the residents met to choose a name, one man argued for the name Nemo, which was Latin for "no one." He also said that if Johnson's name was not good enough, "then no one's was." In 1893, a post office branch under the name Nemo was established.
good authority that you never know what your body will crave during a long ride, I picked up Fritos for fuel. I still love my tortillas (averaging half a tortilla per hour) but the saltiness of these corn chips was an awesome treat after my second lap, which took about 80 minutes. Oh, and sunblock! No, I didn't drink it! But I did a good job of reapplying this crap last weekend. No sunburn for this blanco boy!
As I pedaled into my third lap, I felt pretty darn good — strong, steady and confident climber and fairly comfy with the descents. But I knew the heat was increasing quickly. Halfway through the third lap, I decided I didn't want to suffer out there, especially alone, as the other riders training were thinning out. I wanted to end my ride feeling great. So I called it a day after 78 miles and less than six hours — three hours shy of my training goal.
Although I know I could have met my goal last Saturday, I'm content with my decision. I am confident as TTTT approaches. And even though I never pushed myself on the TTTT course, I now know the loop very well and have a strong idea of how many miles I can ride in 12 hours. And that's an incredible advantage to have entering a race.