Route: Birch Bay, WA to Larabee, WA.
Weather: Mid-Teens, Persisting Clouds, Mist, Light Drizzle, Moderate-to-Strong Headwinds
Terrain: Flats and Rolling Hills
Total Climbing: ~295m/970ft
Breakfast: Oatmeal [with cinnamon, almonds & pecans]
Lunch: Two Wraps
Dinner: Freeze-Dried Pasta
Snacks: Clif Bar, Chili & Lime Beef Jerky
Previous Night’s Sleep: 10pm to 6am [8 hours]
Previous Night’s Accommodation: Birch Bay State Park
Money Spent: $12 [cost of a hiker/biker site at any Washington State Park]
Podcast of the Day: Science Vs. [The episode in which the hosts test the science behind detoxes and cleanses. Spoiler alert: science and fads often don’t mix]
How I Could Have Trained vs. How I Actually Trained
How I could have trained during the month of July:
- Get on my bike regularly
- Exercise in ways that directly related to riding a bicycle for hours at a time
- Lay off the empty and excess calories as the trip neared
- Prepare mentally for the long days ahead
How I actually “trained” during the month of July:
- Left my bike in Vancouver to visit with family and friends in Ontario for the month
- Didn’t touch a bicycle during that time
- Enjoyed plenty of empty and excess calories in the company of family and friends as the trip neared
- Trusted that I would endure the humblings of the first few days of the trip, and I would train as I toured
The purpose of this writing isn’t to favour my style over any other. I will happily concede that my approach to “training” is unconventional.
Simply put, this is how I tend to roll. For better or worse. The key factor I’d lean into most is trust. I trust that I’ll endure the initial challenges for 3-5 days – weak legs, slow uphills, and a sore, sore backside – and make it through the other side. No race to be won. No prize money. No medals or trophies. Just the totality of the experience. And, I’m happy to include some failures and shortcomings in the mix. Life is far less enjoyable when I try to tiptoe around every mistake and struggle. If I lean even closer to the truth, these struggles serve as important reminders to get over myself.
Speaking of which…
I quit after 50km today. Mentally and emotionally deficient. Clouds and mist and persisting headwinds throughout the day. My body had screamed for rest several miles prior, and I resolved to push on only till the next campground, at Larabee State Park. Fifty kilometres isn’t nothing. But, I’ll be gearing to ride far more in the coming days. For now, bring on the humblings.