Most of my friends and family know that I had to abandon my trip because of a quad strain. Having to give up on my ride really rocked my self image. That probably sounds dumb to anybody that’s not me but for the past several years a core part of my identity has been as a cycle tourist. I imagine it’s similar to a hipster who’s beard has fallen out.
I didn’t train for this ride. I knew that my milage on the bike was way down since we moved a lot closer to the office but I thought that once I got out there on the trail that I could just ride myself into shape like I was some sort of TdF pro.
The trail was harder than I was expecting and I set my daily milage goals too high. I knew the trail was an unpaved trail but I thought it would be more compact than it actually was. It turned out to be muddy during the time I was trying to make my trip so the going was harder than I was expecting.
So if you combine the fact that I didn’t train with a harder than expected trail, you end up with a quad injury because I was trying to push too hard to meet my daily milage goals.
I’m undecided if I’m going to try the trail again. I hate the idea that I let this trail beat me so we’ll see.