RAGBRAI XLI Day 6: Oskaloosa to Fairfield
Not too much to write about today. When I woke up it was raining but that appeared to be ending so I took my time getting ready. The hotel was only a mile from the start so Dan got a chance to sleep in, as I left directly from there.
The rain had tapered off to light drizzle by the time I left but it was cloudy and cool. I was wearing my waterproof jacket, but that turned out to be a mistake. Clothing designed to keep water out has a major design flaw - it keeps sweat in. By the time I stopped for breakfast 15 miles in, the inside of the jacket was soaked and the outside was bone dry. I took it off and was even colder because I was soaked in sweat and it was in the upper 50s.
The pass-through towns today were quite boring. Nothing at all special about them, so I didn't spend much time in them. The ride today was nothing special either. It was flat, thankfully, because there was quite a headwind going on. It was mostly gray and cloudy, too. There was an increase of roadkill, though - which broke up the monotony. There is a RAGBRAI team aptly named Team Roadkill, which adorns roadkill with Mardi Gras-style beads. It's quite a funny sight.
My heart rate has really whipped into shape again this week. Yesterday it seemed so low at times that I changed the battery in the strap after finishing. Day one avg HR was 154 with a max of 182. Today was an avg of 130, max of 160.
As a result of the blandness today offered, I only took one picture during the ride and a few in the end town of Fairfield. You can see them here.
While walking around Fairfield, Tanya brought up something I hadn't realized until she said it - Iowa apparently cannot have a pizza restaurant without having it be a steak house as well. Every place was "_______'s Pizza and Steakhouse". Another thing I realized at dinner last night was that they like to give a package of soup crackers...with salad. Strange!
All day today I had a taste for corn on the cob, so of course not one food vendor in the entire 50+ miles was selling it. If only Iowa was a corn-growing state. I did finally get a piece of pie, though. Pie is RAGBRAI. Those church ladies can cook some awesome pie, and I had not had any until this morning.
So this is it. One more night in a hotel, one more 15 minute drive at sunrise back to the start town, and one very chilly (53!) start to a 63 mile, somewhat hilly day. NW winds will hopefully provide a bit of a tailwind tomorrow, as the route starts directly south before becoming mostly west until I reach the Mississippi River, where I will complete my journey by dipping my front tire in it's waters. I'm ready for this to be over - I'm not complaining or whining again - I just want to be home. Dan and Tanya do too. I can't thank them enough for all their help and support this week!
Here's the Strava data for today:
So tomorrow I take limited breaks, just like 2011, to get done as quickly as possible, to get home, to get back into my bed, and to not even look at my bike for at least a week or ten days. My legs are now in a constant state of soreness, but it's a dull pain not even requiring Advil. Okay maybe I could use some, but I'm not going to go look for it.
Okay, I just asked Dan and he had some, so I took it. :D