It was insanely hot and dry out yesterday which means two things:
- We're a day or so away from the annual Bosque fire where kids playing with fireworks threatened multi-million dollar homes, and,
- My training plan includes a ride "with hills".
I'm pretty sure that the Jimmy looked at the results of some of my latest races and thought to himself, Holy Cow, this girl needs to learn to climb. My average pace at the Grady Williams 100% hills triathlon was about, oh, 2 mph. Or something like that.
Sweet Baboo knows the area pretty well so he picked a route that would get my 30 miles. He chose a route that included - ulp - Northern Boulevard. Northern runs up through Rio Rancho climbing almost the entire way. It made me nauseated just to drive it in a car. More than once, I've thought about climbing northern, and felt the bile of anxiety rise in my throat.
In 100 degree heat.
Which means I am the toughest girl in the neighborhood.
So, I figure if I ramp up the length of my rides I should be in good shape for an Ironman in Kentucky in August. Especially since the whole area is in the middle of a severe drought.
This morning we're going over a small local airport to do "time trials" and I have no idea what that means.