Epic...

Yesterday we had a road race just outside St. Brieuc. It was mainly rolling hills with a few harder hills... I was feeling alright and doing okay until we hit this short steep climb... I ended up cramping up about half way up and couldn't jump on a wheel... so, yea... I ended up off the back again, no good... I'm thinking I'll just ride back to the finish and get a little more time on the bike... well, the plan was all good... but I couldn't remember what town it finished in... I tried following the signs for the race, but they would just dissapear and then reappear... the signs ended up being useless... I added about 2 1/2 hrs to my ride just trying all the different roads these signs could be pointing to... by the way, I had been out of water since before I dropped from the race... everything is closed on Sundays, so it was tough to find a place to get water... I finally found a bar that was open in St. Brieuc and asked for directions... they said it was just a short ride away and gave me the directions... I didn't bother asking for water, thinking "I should be good, I'm almost there." It turns out, that wasn't it... I just decided to ride the 60k back to Pontivy, that seemed like my only option... I started heading out that way and was past the point of feeling bad, I was just numb... I had already bonked twice and was just running on fumes... I ended up getting picked up by my D.S. about 20k outside of Pontivy... the team car was such a welcome sight... all said and done I had 6 hours on the bike that day...