|Fast rollers in the Pull Out|
As much as I want to be home, the mountains and this land, as harsh as they sometimes are - have slowly endeared themselves to me. I feel in my heart a real love for the land - the birds, the greening grasses and trees - the high strung Mustangs I encounter - and the darting and singing birds everywhere.
Living at the elevation I do - and in this clear mountain air - I could tell on my vacation that my lungs had power. I noticed this walking up five flights of stairs at our hotel in Orlando, FL - I found that I was hardly winded. I'm not bragging - it's just that for many months I could hardly breathe up here. Now with some time, gradually I am stronger.
On my return up here, and now that summer has all the students away - it is quiet and slowed down. The weather was for me, heavenly - so I left my place at 5:45 pm and headed out with the Mighty Trek, and the plan was to ride down the first Pull Out of the Monument, and return.
|A rare evening ride for Yours|
So I try to take less photos and just pedal - that can slow you down getting the camera out. Wind plays a part too. Even though I am riding fast as I can - the headwind will slow me down, and sometimes coming back instead of the tailwind I have a headwind again.
Also compared to when I first went out, I am much improved. The first trip I did I could barely breathe, Gentle Readers of This Blog. Not only a struggle for a breath, but feeling the insides of my chest burning on fire, and my lungs pushing my rib cage out!
|Tsaile, Arizona, Navajo Nation|
The air is cool and the sun makes everything hazy - the headwind is a winding down and the roar, like in the mornings, is more like an echo in my ears. Also, I'm not wearing the warmers and jacket. It's like Tucson Days on the fast commute home - after working and sitting on your butt, your tired body gives way and blood mixed with oxygen being forced into you and that powers-up your body.
Pretty soon I'm charging into the Pull Out - a coyote eyes me from a safe distance as I zip into the parking lot of Massacre Cave Overlook.
Going back now, I am tired, mes amis - just keep pedaling. I have a crosswind that seems more like a headwind mostly - but at some point - I don't know where - I get that tailwind that's so sweet, and now I'm flying back to Tsaile.
For some reason I could not shift down into my small ring (I have a triple ring) and for the last climb up Benally Hill - the real hard last climb that seems to want to kill you - as I said I could not get the thing to shift so I had to just man-up and shred my legs. I made it okay actually, but I could feel the cramps starting out in my calves - that means I'm in trouble. But then I sailed down the road you see above, and soon was gliding home.
For a bit later after the ride, the legs cramped but then things were okay.
Now this evening I need to rest - but tomorrow evening I'll go back out there!
Take care and keep reading my blog. Check back now and then. I'm still here!