My calf is still restricting my running, I am trying to remain calm and not freak out that I haven’t run for a week and I have a triathlon and a marathon coming up in the next two weeks. Advil will be my friend at both of those races, just saying.
Trying to keep focused on what I can do, I grabbed my bike and decided to do some hill repeats.
The 3.3 mile climb up Pleasant Pond Hill is steady, and not ridiculously steep – varying between 4%-7% grade (based on MapMyRun anyway), the traffic is primarily local, and there are only 60 of us, so as you can imagine, it is a pretty quiet ride. Most of the folks who come here in the summer will get a car ride up the hill so they can ride their bike down it. They think there is something wrong with me because I ride that hill, but I really love it.
Plus, I personally think you have to earn the right to fly down that marvelous hill by climbing up it.
I waved to my neighbor Chris who was driving up the hill as I was climbing the portion of the hill where I had planned on doing my hill repeats. Once at the top, I rode down half a mile, turned around, and started back up. Chris went by again, driving down the hill this time. I waved and laughed to myself, because he had to be wondering why I was so slow climbing that darned hill.
Four repeats later, rode down the hill in aero position big goofy smile on my face. Ride earned.
Still needing to do some standing repeats, I rode up the hill in town that is about a 6%-7% grade. Since it is in town, right near the Post Office, and there is so much going on right now, a girl on a bike climbing the “town hill” draws people outside to watch her climb up, ride down, climb up, ride down. I wish they would at least cheer for me instead of staring at me, mouths agape, wondering what the heck I am doing. Next time I am going to make signs to hand out – “Go Mandy!” “One More Repeat!” “You Can Do It!” It will be awesome, my own private cheering squad.