With all the rain we’ve been getting in mid-Missouri lately, I’ve been sticking mostly to the road. Saturday was beautiful–humid, but low-80s and sunny–so I decided I’d do a 50mi ride to make up for all the missed rides (due to rain) throughout the week.
My mistake was heading out the door without enough water. I had my Camelbak about half full, which meant maybe 40-50oz of water at most, which seemed fine at the time. As it turned out, the humidity drained me pretty quickly, even though I never seemed to sweat much.
Around the 30mi mark, I noticed my Camelbak was getting pretty light, so I backed off on how much I was drinking in order to preserve what I had left. My mouth and throat were getting dry, too, but not so much so that it was bothering me too much. By mile forty-nine, the water ran out. I was within a few blocks of home, and even passed my street and added a couple extra cool down miles to the ride since I wasn’t going to be leaving the general area again. I finally got home after 52½ miles, put my bike up and headed to the shower, where my quads began to scream…
You’d think after 12 years of this crap, I’d have learned my lesson by now, but I guess I haven’t. I weighed myself at 138.6lbs, four pounds less than before I left for the ride. So, even though I guzzled about 3lbs of water on my ride, I guess I lost 7lbs over the length of it. Anyway, 1 Gatorade, a large whey protein drink, and a bunch of water (and Dr. Pepper) later, I felt fine, and my quads were no longer burning and cramping. I lucked out and didn’t get a Charley horse, which I’ve been plagued with more than I’d like lately.
We got more rain today, so I spent the day inside drinking water and Dr. P, and hopefully gaining my water weight back. For the time being, I’ve re-learning my lesson about taking proper amounts of water with me on a ride, but I have no doubt I’ll screw up again sometime and wind up in the same boat.