And I don't mean in a good way. Rob and I set out to meet Barry on our way to Pilot Mtn. this evening. With temps in the 90s and the humidity creeping up into the "I didn't know I could even sweat this much" category, it was going to be a good one.
Rob and I whistled out to Donnaha Rd. and shortly found Barry chilling out under a shade tree's loving shelter. Climbing up Donnaha, we each looked at the others thinking "what are we doing, it's way too hot for this."
Despite the beckoning of reason, we pushed on. Up Spainhour Mill and Perch Rds, finally cresting at Pinnacle and taking a good look at our nemesis.
We made our way up the beast slowly but surely, with Rob making quick work of Barry and me. After a requisite stop at the Ranger station for some cold water, we soldiered back south. I was thinking we had a bit of headwind on the way out, and was looking forward to a little push on the way home. More likely, however, is that the air was so thick and still that it actually takes a bit more work to push through its lushness than on our beloved crisp October days.
Barry peeled off at Donnaha to get home, so I was left to deal with Rob and his 4 quadzillion mitochondrial pulls. All ended well as even the Rob was glad to see our last stopsign.
All of this, of course, is to get us ready for the Hurt, Pain, & Agony ride coming up in just over a week. 60-some miles in the hills around Stone Mtn will certainly be a good challenge, so we figured a little practice was in order.
Oh, and that subject line above? The hotness? Well, here you go (hide the women and children).
2 comments:
da hawtness! By the way, why am I so tucked on what appears to be fairly level ground? And, man I tear a big hole in the atmosphere, don't I?
you were not really tucked, but had gone into a full-body cramp on your bicycle. don't you remember rolling to a stop 1 mile later and falling into a pile of gravel?
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