Gassing out. (I bonked)

3:30 am EST and my alarm is buzzing. Only a few hours of sleep, and all I want to do is roll over and let slumber take me again. Suddenly hear the voice in my head saying get the **** up and ride, and I begrudgingly comply. Checking the temperature and winds on my phone, I decide on a set of 3/4 length tights and a thin baselayer under my jersey, I prefer to be too warm than too cold quite honestly.

I make it downstairs with my bike, fire up the espresso machine and stare across the dimly lit kitchen glumly waiting for my fuel to be dispensed. Heck, I hate it!

Satisfied with my pre-ride routine, I head outside and thumb through my music selection. As I’m feeling tired and not at all in the mood to do this, I choose a clearly very cultured selection of classic rock and heavy medal. By now the caffeine is kicking in and I’m feeling like doing this a lot more so off I go! My first half was fairly uneventful… The world is a pretty quiet place at 4 am. I take note of the winds and am relieved to know that I have the typical east to west headwind. Thinking I’ll have an easier time of it on the way back home, I push Kestrel into high gear and shoot across the pavement in the direction of the ocean.

I soon zone out to all but the rhythmic bass of my music and the high pitched wirring of by bike beneath me, and I’m home. Eventually reaching my destination, I take a pause, sit down on my top tube and take a drink while listening to the ocean; the smell of salt permeates everything, and it’s a smell I’ve learned to love.

Taking note of the time, I decide it’s time to head back west, excited for the extra speed the winds will give me. As soon as I started and shifted into my big chairing, something felt very, very wrong. As I heaved past a group of flagpoles, I realized what it was. The winds had shifted, and I was in for a double headwind day. Shit.

Twenty or so minutes into my trip home, I began to feel the uncomfortable twisting sensation in my gut that indicated I was about to be running on empty, and not long after that’s exactly what happened. I began to feel every single imperfection in the road, and quickly grew annoyed. I was bonking hard, and was still close to ten miles away from home.

For those of you who have never bonked – it’s awful and I 0 out of 10 recommend it. In addition to feeling queasy and hangry, holding a steady pace in a regime you’re normally used to holding becomes an apocalyptic nightmare. This is dangerous territory, as your risk of falling or crashing increases by a LOT.

Eventually I did make it home, fighting myself and the winds all the way, and while it was certainly not my best ride, it was one that served as a reminder of what could happen if I failed to prepare properly in the future.

In a nutshell, bonking sucks, do not recommend!

Cheers Friends!


“Earn Your Tailwind”

8 thoughts on “Gassing out. (I bonked)

  1. Low fuel and a double headwind. Sounds dangerous. Still better than staying in bed!


    1. sittingintransit April 11, 2019 — 2:02 am

      Absolutely, miles are miles and I’ll take em!


  2. I bonked on a bike ride and it was horrible. It was a 50-mile charity ride and by the end of it, I was sobbing. Glad I learned about my nutrition and hydration needs BEFORE I went on a 500-mile ride across Spain!


    1. sittingintransit April 11, 2019 — 1:59 am

      It’s literally the worst feeling, it’s all encompassing and in that moment there’s nothing else that matters haha. That’s so cool! Sounds absolutely amazing. How long did it take?

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      1. It took 3 weeks, with 2 rest days. On a mountain bike. Rode an ancient pilgrimage trail called the Camino de Santiago de Compostela. It was amazing!

        Whenever I felt my mood go south, I ingested carbs. And no sugar. Oh, and I put a carb/protein powder in my water (camelbak) – I’m sure that helped.


      2. sittingintransit April 12, 2019 — 2:35 am

        Holy cow! That sounds like a dream! I’d love to participate in a ride like that one day.

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  3. Coffee isn’t fuel! As soon as that stuff wears off your body crashes.


    1. sittingintransit April 16, 2019 — 1:49 pm

      You are 100% correct! I’ve learned the hard way apparently 😂

      Liked by 1 person

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