Y'all, I look like I have been beat with an ugly stick.
I did the Griffith Park ride yesterday which was 17 miles. It was easy and I love the route because we stay in the park. My back ached from the spin class from hell the day before, but I HAVE TO start doing back to back rides.
I woke up several times this morning before 630AM in time to get ready. Each time I woke up, I was wide awake and rested so getting out of bed wasn't that hard.
Got dressed and got into the park. This ride was "Climb Every Mountain." Stupidly, in my mind I assumed this meant like "climb every mountain" in the inspiration sense. Like, "you can climb every mountain."
It didn't dawn on me the ride meant literally CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN.
Darren and I got separated just outside the park. I stayed with the fast pack as we weaved our way through Los Feliz, Glendale, and up Chevy Chase into La Canada. That climb is a bitch. I would be lying if I said I didn't scream bad words very loudly the entire way. But I was all by myself at this point, so no one could hear me.
When I made it to the top, I met Marla and we came out and down near the Rose Bowl. We sped around Pasadena, past many of the locations we shot CELEBRITY REHAB (which never aired) and I got us lost.
See there are two (2) Grand Ave. And I took us five miles out of the way. Once we realized our mistake we went back around and I almost got us lost again. Eventually we made it to our first stop and a jalapeno cheese bagel has never tasted better.
Darren and I met up and took off through Pasadena, eventually making our way back to Chevy Chase to climb again. The mileage on the sheet was off so that scared us, thinking we were supposed to have turned left when it said right - but eventually two miles later we found the turn on the sheet that was allegedly 2/10 of a mile.
At which point my chain came off.
Scared the crap out of me, because it had never happened before and Darren and I were all by ourselves. But I actually fixed it all by myself.
We climbed up Lida, which nearly made me cry. Then we had to climb back up Chevy Chase. Again, I screamed and cursed and asked myself why in the hell did I sign up for this.
We finally had lunch in La Canada and then made our way back home.
At which point I learned my sunscreen didn't work.
My thighs look worse.
Any recommendations for burns?