Bonk — But there were only 5 more blocks
I bonked on Saturday. It hurt. It got into my head and the only good that came of it may be that it probably propelled a better run on Sunday.
It was embarrassing. No one watched, but I knew. It can happen to anyone. It only happens to people who make mistakes.
As backdrop, I had ridden fairly well for three hours in the wind. It wasn’t spectacular but my heart rate was steady and in check and I felt in control of how my body reacted to the wind and hills. Then before heading out for the brick run, I stopped for 24 minutes to take care of some things at the house that needed immediate attention.
While I scrambled around, my body cooling off and my mind racing, I was a bit worried about cramps or just tightness on the run. All I had to do was put in another steady 30 minutes of work — tap out a regular cadence on the sidewalks of the neighborhood — and I’d be done for the day well before the sun went down. And at first, all was well. But then it was as if I ran into a brick wall, stuttered back from the blow, and the wall tumbled down onto my head.
Dizzy. No mental focus. It was a chore to walk. I wanted to sit down and weep. I was on an uphill near a church parking lot and wondered if anyone would carry me in and minister to my frailty. Pathetic.
There were five meager blocks between where I stood and home. Sadly, I walked three of them.
In retrospect, I fueled properly for the 57 mile ride but did not take anything for the last 30 minutes of the ride nor during the delay. It was a mid-afternoon ride and my lunch was probably insufficient and considering how much fruit I consumed, I’m lucky that I only bonked. It could have been severe cramps and then a bonk. Under normal conditions — starting the brick right away and riding in the morning after a big breakfast — I probably would have coasted in to the house with an empty tank and ready for a meal. These were not normal conditions and I paid.
I’d like to think that running an 11 mile out-and-back course on Sunday and coming within :30 of an even split is redemption, but I had better hang on to the awful memory of the bonk for a while. I don’t want to repeat that bit of history.