The plan was to head out to the Omaha Trace, then return on the same route. We took the shortened route out by climbing the evil hill up to 96th St. (Here you go Fred) Randell and I used to do hill repeats on that thing before joining the WNW group. That was when we were in uber shape. Do hill repeats, THEN go as hard as possible in the group. Those were the days.
On tonight's ride, I kept up for about half of that hill, then everyone just rode on away from me. Brady was kind enough to stay behind and pulled me back up to the group on the next down hill, but as soon as the road turned up again, I was off the back. Damn gravity. I didn't get a chance to ride with anyone else after that. Oh well, it was still a great evening for a bike ride.
So I have some work to do. I almost wanted to join the GSV ride on Saturday, but I'm sure it'd be another repeat of my WNW lameness. So I'll just go on a solo ride for a couple hours. I gotta get my body used to riding for a couple hours at a time.
I'll keep showing up to the WNWs and keep getting my butt handed to me. That's the way it was when I first started out 13 years ago. I'd show up to the only Wednesday night ride in town - the Bike Masters ride. I'd keep up with the lead group for about half the ride, then fall off. Each week, I'd come back and get a little bit further, until I was one of the fast people. I've hit the restart button, and that's what I'm going to do again.