Last year, I rode my first 100-mile (in one day!) bike ride. I spent hours of weekends on long rides while S watched the kids and outran a few thunderstorms on weekday evenings. It was hard, but exhilarating when I completed the ride, covered in 4 layers of sunblock, sweaty and exhausted.
Naturally, the chorus of 'What's my next challenge???' bounced around my head all winter. I chose this year to do a ride in the mountains. 78 miles, 3 passes, and up to 11,000 feet in elevation. S agreed to do it with me and here we are a little over a month from the ride and I have just started trying to train at higher elevations. Weather hasn't cooperated, my travel schedule hasn't cooperated, and then there's that whole raising 2 kids thing.
No wonder every fellow woman cyclist I meet is either a younger racer or 50+ years old with teenagers or grown kids. This shit is hard with little kids. it's hard to find the time, and sometimes hard to find the motivation. I can't train consistently enough to progress and I'm still as slow as I was last year. I regularly witness old men, overweight dudes, and women years older than me pass me.
I know there's always someone stronger faster better, I'm not new to that concept, but when it's NOT a 20 year old, it's demoralizing. Motivation for getting on my bike is waning, but we already paid the money.
I'm riding 78 miles whether I want to or not.
Plus I already registered for that 100 mile ride at the end of August too.