So the awesome part is that the views were absolutely gorgeous, and you gotta enjoy a 75 degree day in November. I could see to Wyoming, I think. Snow covered peaks, could even see the flat irons in Boulder, and the entire Front range, including all the mountains North of Longs Peak, the Never Summer Range (I think). Spurred on by a forecast of 6 mph winds, I wanted to do my favorite route. I was going to drive 7 miles to make it shorter, but DH said to just lightly pedal the first part. So I went on the bike path for an hour, then caught my route, saving some hills. And...it was a headwind of 18mph with gusts to 25.
And even on this flat part, my legs were tired and somewhat crampy and the knees complained. Then the hills and I was considering turning around. But then I turned and the views won out and I was happy for a while... and then I got a fast downhill on a perfectly smooth road. Then the uphill and the tailwind didn't help me much, because of course the wind decided to settle down. Then my back started cramping and I started to see spots...which was very disconcerting on a fast descent. Finally to the home stretch with tail wind and mostly downhills and my wheel made this horrible noise! I thought I broke a spoke, so I stopped and couldn't figure out what was wrong. I continued on and a couple miles later it happened again! The whole thing was freaky, like my wheel was wobbly or something. I was exceedingly grumpy about the ride anyways at this point, so I called DH and he rescued me. 42 miles and a little over 3 hours. A ton of climbing, I think 2500 feet of it. It's clear that I am not in shape for this ride, but at least I got it out of my system. It feels like I did 100... I'm just going to lay in a heap the rest of the day...and vow to not do this route until next Spring, when I am strong enough to handle it.