Reached the Beach!
A hundred miles is a really friggin’ long way to ride a bicycle! I vaguely knew this before (duh!), but the message was really driven home on Saturday when we did Reach the Beach. There was heat, there was headwind and there was even some mechanical troubles early on, but we managed to get ourselves by bicycle from Portland to Pacific City.
The first 45 miles were gorgeous and lovely. Nice little hills, winding roads, bucolic farmlands, a sunny clear morning. The next 30 or 35 miles were a little rougher. We were a bit tired. Due to a mechanical issue early on, it was later in the day than we had intended. The sunny morning had turned into searing mid-day heat. We were on an open, exposed road with not much to look at and the flat, endless road teamed up with a fairly fierce headwind to decimate my hamstrings. And we still had 26 miles to go! We had, however, finally reached the coastal range with cooler temps and intermittent shade. The first half-shady patch of road brought a round of cheers from those riding around me. The hills brought vocal outbursts of another variety…
Near the very end I started to feel that I couldn’t possibly keep riding – at least not at the pace my Christopher was going, but somehow I managed to keep mashing the pedals down and stay upright. When we hit 100 miles I kept looking around for the finish line. The beach had to be just right around the corner, right? RIGHT?! Turns out this “century” ride is more like 103 or 104 miles. But finally we reached Pacific City and I thought, “I made it! I made it! I made it!” However, we were at the south end of town and the finish line was at the north end of town. So after snaking our way through nearly standstill traffic with pedestrians crawling all over the place we found the finish line, showers and beer.
A bit of an anticlimactic ending, but still very good. The weather at the beach was just about perfect, the food seemed phenomenal (though that could be my metabolism talking), and we got to slurp down a few fantastic beers while staring at a pretty spectacular piece of the Pacific Ocean.
And together my Christopher and I raised $170 for the American Lung Association. Not bad for a Saturday. Two days later I’m still pretty wiped out, but at least my hands have stopped their involuntary twitching (seriously, they were doing it all day yesterday.)