I meant to do a TT today, but as it turns out, there were only like 10 open spots left, and I didn’t feel like driving an hour to Estcada only to discover I was too late. So I met up with the Portland Tri Club at Bridgeport Village for a thigh-burning lactate-fest. Within about 15 minutes the 2 riders I was with got seperated from the pack, and when the rest didn’t catch us, we went back, but never found them. Turns out we had deviated from the path. So with much meandering we made our way out to West Linn; once we were out of the city a bit it was gorgeous. We made our way up a long huge hill, after which we met up with the rest of our crew…I thought we were heading back, but as it turns out, that hill was only the beginning.
We crested rise after rise, some of them so steep they had the signs with the elevation gain. Dizzam. Talk about ass killing rollers. So 3 hours and 50-some miles later we were done, and I was spent. And proud that I not only kept up with the other strong riders, but I even jumped out in front a few times. Boo ya.
