2019 has been a bit of a down year exercise wise, with an injury preventing me from running for a couple of months and avoiding hills running or biking. (Pes ancerine bursitis / tendinitis, or as I say, either the bursa or the 3 tendons below the knee were awfully pissed off at me.)
And with my plan to finish a marathon in all 50 states in 2020, there was a lot of hand wringing over how to get the 50 states wrapped up, and, at the same time, over “what’s next?”
I can’t believe how quickly our trip is passing! We’re only two days ride from West Yellowstone! Here’s what happened as we pedaled from Missoula south through the Bitterroot Valley.
From the wide open spaces of Grangeville, our biking journey took us along the Lewis and Clark trail through the narrow canyons of the Clearwater and Lochsa rivers, over Lolo Pass and into the Bitterroot Valley to Missoula.
We had absolutely no internet or cell coverage in these narrow canyons, so it’s time to catch up!
For days, we’ve heard about the steep, winding, almost 13 mile climb up White Bird Summit. After days of riding and tired legs, would we make it? Read more.
The scenery continues to be consistently amazing – such varied and beautiful environments! But the past few days weren’t consistent from a cycling experience – I went from the struggle bus to starting to gain my cycling legs!
A Magical Ride
Today was one of those almost perfect days – beautiful weather, great scenery, relatively flat cycling and less than 60 miles riding. A day that makes you fall in love with biking all over again.
When I drove along the course of our bike route back in July, I knew the seemingly never ending climb up McKenzie Pass on day 3 would be a huge challenge for someone following the world’s worst training plan. The good news – I survived!
And just like that, day one of the bike tour is complete – 78 miles from Florence to Eugene. Plenty of miles to enjoy beautiful scenery and reflect.
To catch you up, I completed marathon 41, state 41 at Mt. Hood, Oregon in July. Since the beginning of the year, I’ve been laser focused on completing all 50 states in spring of 2020 (perhaps “like a cow headed to the barn” is a better description.) But circumstances have led me to embark on the dumbest training plan in the world for my next marathon – the Chicago marathon.
What was the most memorable part of my 2,500 mile Atlantic Coast Cycling tour? That’s easy! Its the people I shared the journey with. It was a privilege to be a part of such a great group of women! You’ll learn more about many of them in future posts.