The recent spate of hot, humid weather hit me hard. Maybe it was the long car ride back from Jersey. Maybe the morning yard work. I was definitely on the bad side of good hydration. An hour into my training ride, I was already starting to heat stroke. Sure, I could have gone easier, especially after being at the shore all week. But I couldn’t resist the chance to motorpace behind the cars past Walden Pond and into Concord. It was only a few minutes effort at 60 km an hour, but it was enough to put me over the edge. I kept having to remind myself: it’s two-hour ride at a four-hour pace. I have this bad habit of trying to squeeze a longer distance into less time.
I went through two full bottles and still it wasn’t enough. I was feeling sick from the heat and couldn’t eat anything. I knew I was in trouble when the heavy fatigue wouldn’t pass, even when soft pedaling. When I exhaled, it was like fire coming from my mouth.
I bounced back for a long rollerski the next day. I kept a steady stream of fluids going in the night before and all the next morning. I was topped off for sure because I had to stop for a piss in the first half hour. Nonetheless, I was still hammered after 2-plus hours of mostly double-poling through the heat.
I spent the rest of the day watching Olypmics coverage from the couch. It was too hot to do anything else.