After riding in the Colorado Mountains for just over 350 miles, I certainly don't look anything like the boys on the Tour.
In fact, over the last week I've climbed 10 mountain passes with something like 10 million feet of elevation gain, consumed 20 gallons of Nuun, climbed to over 11,000 feet over and over again with 3 consecutive days of pure cycling pain.
Believe me you don't even want to know about the two huge bike seat hickeys on my red and swollen monkey butt...and no I'm not in heat.
The good news is that it was all for a great cause. If you ever have the chance to ride the Denver Children's Hospital Courage Classic...do it.
Not only is it the best supported, most scenic and friendly bike ride that I've ever done, but it all goes to help sick kids get better. For me that's a worth every hickey and sore muscle on my body.
I wish I had some nifty heart rate, altitude, power output, or even Google Earth charts to show you.
Instead, I just have this picture after my second Mountain Century Ride in one week. Please notice the lovely helmet hair that was all of the fashion for the hardcore cyclist.
How many more days until Ironman Wisconsin?
As of today the lovely rolling hills of Madison hold no dread for me. I'm just happy to be done with the slightly bigger hills (please insert you own over confident smirk here) of Colorado.
