Yesterday marked my long ride ever, coming in at approximately 139 miles as a part of the Rapha Gentlemen’s Race. We headed out to the beach (Lincoln City) on Friday evening and stayed in a suite at the Inn at Spanish Head thanks to team president Jim who served as sugar daddy for the evening. [...]
Raging Metabolism
Seven rides in the last nine days. Nearly 300 miles. Thousands and more thousands of calories. It’s no wonder my metabolism is going crazy. Take today, for instance:
I woke up about 8:30 and had a bowl of leftover pasta.
An hour and a half later, I was hungry again. I had some bread with jam and some yoghurt.
About 1PM, I was starving again and had lunch – more pasta and a banana.
Then I went for a ride. Hill repeats today. 10 of them on a 1.5 mile climb with an average grade of 7 Percent. Fifteen miles uphill at an increasingly harder pace, with the last one going all out. Ow.
I got back about 5:30 starving and ate the remainder of the pasta (I was cooking large packages and simply reheating leftovers) when I got back, plus I had some eggs and milk.
About 8:30, I couldn’t stand the growing in my stomach, so I made a box of mac & cheese for dinner number 2.
It’s now 10:20, and my stomach is growling at me again. Enough already!
