Coco-Cola Dreaming
I’m training for a ½ Ironman race in Venice Florida October 28th so my weekends for the next few months will be very predictable. Long ride on Saturday, long run on Sunday, repeat until a couple weeks before the race. There you have it. This past Saturday I didn’t get out for the ride till later in the day and headed generally north. Figured I would just head 22.5 miles where ever I felt like it, turn around and head home. Had two large water bottles on the bike and figured I could make it on just that. Turns out that was a bad idea. I ended up riding through the small town of Mecca which I don’t normally ride to. They have a monster hill just on the other side of town that knocked my energy level down a full notch. Soon that road meets back up with highway 41. Though about turning around there, but noticed a road I‘ve never ridden before heading south toward home (325W specifically). So what the heck I h...