My riding partners and I pretty much broke up and set out toward Leadville on our own schedule this morning. I think we’re to the point where everyone has slipped into their own rhythm.
I was pretty excited about the ride, to be honest, because I figured the long slog — it’s 60 miles uphill but only gradually — and the possibility of a headwind would play right into my hands, since riding into the wind is pretty normal in Texas.
But as it turned out, I felt horrible for the first 40 miles. No power in the legs at all. Luckily, we had little wind and the scenery was awesome. We rode past the Collegiate Peaks, a bunch of 14ers, and the Arkansas River, which runs from Leadville down into, well, Arkansas.
The last part of the ride, from the third rest stop into Leadville, was beautiful, and this is about the time I started feeling a bit better. I cruised into Leadville, picking up a tailwind for the past 10 miles or so, at about 15 mph.
We’re sleeping at 10,100 feet tonight, so we’ll see how that goes. Elevation in North Texas is pretty much sea level.