Hitting the Wall.
They always talk about “hitting the wall” in athletics. It’s that point of no return, the point that’s the hardest before it starts becoming easier again.
This weekend, I hit the wall. And then I promptly fell off my bike.
Erik and I went on my first long-distance(ish) bike ride on Saturday. We biked NINETEEN miles. That’s almost 20! But not quite. Erik found this trail in Rockland County called the Heritage Trail that goes about nine miles, one way, plus we did a little extra in the town where the trail ends. The first leg of the ride was OK. I did great for about seven or eight miles before I started to get tired, but I was able to push through.
But on our way back, I thought I was going to die. I was getting off my bike about every half an hour, my thighs burning so bad I thought I would never be able to walk again. I became to testy from the pain I even snapped at Erik. I’m pretty sure I was suffering from lactic acid build-up and let me tell you, it is the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. My legs hurt the rest of the night and into the next day.
From what I’ve read, you need to just build endurance and get your muscles used to working that hard for that long. It’s a good thing I’m training or I’d be dead at the Ride before the first rest stop! I went to the gym yesterday and worked out for over an hour, and I plan on increasing my time a lot more now that I know what my severe limitations are! Have you dealt with lactic acid build up before? What did you do to overcome it? I need serious help here!