My "Doing Stupid Things While 20 Pounds Overweight" Tour continued with the Solvang Century, only one week after the LA Marathon debacle. The first 20 miles went great. I even joined a pack with some serious cyclists that was averaging 25 mph through some rolling hills. Nevermind that I was at my anabolic threshold within the first hour of a 6-plus hour ride. It felt good. Until my buddy Aaron dropped me at mile 35. And until my legs totally blew up at mile 60. I was ready to get in the sag van at mile 70 when an old dude on a recumbant bike exhorted me to finish. "Son, I'm 72 years old. I'm going to finish this ride, and so are you." Embarrassed, I coasted my way towards the finish. I hope that I'm inspiring 30-year olds when I'm 72.My new friends Drew and Whittney and I went to Bacara resort and spa in Santa Barbara for post-race recovery massages. I learned something about myself: I enjoy a good spa treatment.
All smiles at mile 20
Fresh from our sports recovery massages at Bacara SpaMore pictures from the Solvang Century weekend with Drew, Whittney, Aaron and Annabelle here.
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