Before today, I hadn't ridden in 3 weeks. Weather prohibited me from taking the bike to Austin during the week. Last weekend we were in Austin househunting, and the weekend before that I was too sick to ride. My last ride was exactly 3 Sundays ago, and it felt like forever. Last night, as I was getting my ride kit together, I was glad that the Sunday Team McAllen ride breaks up by skill level. I went to bed happy that I would be riding, happy to be able to ride with the intermediate group, and happy that I have at least been going to spin class or running about 5 times per week.
I woke up this morning to temperatures in the low 50s, so I had to bundle up a little. I decided on a skull cap, full finger gloves, long sleeve winter jersey, knee warmers, and wool socks. I left the shoe covers, tights, and winter vest in the closet. I was on the bike by 6 am, and feeling good. There was a light wind out of the east, and it made my quads burn a little as I rode into it. Otherwise, it just felt like a normal day on the bike.
When I reached Burger King, I saw my buddy Orangeman. His forte is convincing me to ride with the "elite" group. He butters me up, telling me that I've lost the weight and if I can't hang with them, then I can fall back with the intermediates. Sometimes his talk works, sometimes I ignore it. This morning, he had me. My good feeling about riding with the intermediates was gone. When the elites rolled out, Orangeman and I rode with them.
We headed northeast, with the normal plan of fighting the wind on the way out, and riding with the wind on the way back. I recognized the usual group of hammerheads, and felt good to be riding with them. I also looked around and realized that I had the "worst" bike of the 12 or so riders in the group. "Worst" means that my bike weighs a few grams more than everyone elses', and cost a few thousand less. I thought about a famous cyclist's book -- "It's not about the Bike". I concentrated on my cadence and my pulls, instead of lusting after the Orbeas, Cervelos, and Trek Madones.
We quickly left the McAllen city limits, and as we rolled into the countryside our ride leaders organized us into a rolling echelon. I love it when this works, but it doesn't always work with a group of amateurs with varying skill levels. Today, it worked beautifully. We pushed up to the mid 20 mph range, surging occasionally but never pushing so hard that I felt I couldn't recover. As the ride went on, I struggled to hold the wheel as I rotated off the lead, but I always recovered as I moved back up the echelon towards the point.
Since I rode alone for 20 miles (10 to the start, and 10 from the start to home), my stats are a little lopsided. Regardless, here's the data:
Distance: 62.6 miles
Avg Speed: 18.7 mph
Max Speed: 27.8 mph
Calories Burned: 4096 (per Garmin)
If you want to dig into the ride segments, you can
find the details here. If you're less inclined to click, here's a screen shot of the ride data and route.

I had a great time on the ride, and it felt very good to be back on the bike. I was pleasantly surprised at the fitness retention. I was hoping that my spin class work, combined with jogging and rowing, would have kept me fit enough that I could get back on the bike and feel good without needing a lot of ride time to recover my form. In general, I think it worked.
I was very happy that I was able to hang with the best riders on the team, even though they weren't pushing to their maximum levels. But I also know that I was on a bit of a downhill slide, and if I hadn't gotten back on the bike today, next week would probably have been a very tough ride. There's only so much gym work can do; eventually, you've got to ride or you lose your edge. I'll take the bike to Austin this week, and get back on the bike, both literally and figuratively.