I took Friday off and did a 38 mile out & back, which brought me through 4 towns, Ware being the outermost of those towns. I cruised through the backroads of South Hadley, Granby, Belchertown and then hit route 9 past two of the Quabbin entrances and over the Swift River. I turned around at the Quabbin Cemetery, which is supposed to be where many of the graves of the 4 towns they uprooted to create the Quabbin were relocated to. It’s a still, beautiful cemetery set up on a small hill through the trees. Typically peaceful, but when I stopped to take a couple pictures and call Sheri, a nearby auto body garage was blaring “Ain’t That Tough Enough” by the Fabulous Thunderbirds on a constant loop and that echoed through the stillness of the dead. Kinda fitting. kinda Twilight Zone. It didn’t let me rest for long…I hate that song.
The hills out on route 9 were long and tall, and I felt myself working. I wanted to make the ride an even 40, but didn’t bring enough food. My stomach pedaled home.
I’m not feeling confident that I’ll be ready for a century in one month. This was the first ride I’ve had in 15 days. Work has been intense, and a bad, bad cold sidelined me for some time. I look at the calendar for the next 28 days and it’s hard to find times to ride. The trainer isn’t cutting it–I need to do some real cycling, outdoors, preferably 3-4 times a week. I see 1-2 being more realistic. Can I work my way up to 100 miles in just 4-8 more rides? Well, can I?