YIKES!!! Got Zzapped riding today. Was about 90 and humid. Usually I have tolerated much better then I did today. Perhaps, just maybe it's due to I am older, fatter, and uglier each passing year. At about mile 20 on a gravel road, riding my Trek XO2 Cycle Cross, my fluids were gone. 82 ounces. 10 more riding miles, I came to a small town park water fountain. I drank 24 oz, and filled my 24 oz water bottle full. I didn't know just how much I could trust this water, and needed to drink about a gallon before I would be back home. So I found a vending machine and paid to fill up the rest of my bottles.
My stomach was full of fluids but yet my mouth was dry, I wasn't processing fluids as fast as my body was evaporating them to stay cool.
Then signs of heat stress hit. With out the detail I found a bush to hide behind, I don't know why, I was somewhere in nowhere, and I couldn't hold on anymore, and was glad I packed some wet ones along for the trip. I would have two more stops at outdoor small town park out houses.
Feeling dizzy, no cell phone service, I started heading home. Sprinkling water on me and down my spine to help cool off. The wind picked up and the added evaporation had me feeling better. I had some concern about going down in this heat. I kept a close watch on my thoughts, was feeling a little whacky and my eyes played tricks on me.
I thought about getting in the creek for more cool down, but felt good enough to just keep going and get home.
Lessons learned riding in the heat:
Don't go sleeveless when it's hot and sunny to much skin to absorb heat.
Pack something like V8 to keep the salt and mineral content up.
Don't just apply sun screen, bring some along.
Pace yourself, I rode too hard the first half, and bonked the 2nd half of this metric dirt century 62 miler.
I think with some more warm rides I'll adjust better.
I came home and grilled chicken breasts and burgers all with cheese, and baked potatoes. My 24 year old son Josh came over conveniently just as everything was done. I saw it with my own eyes. Josh ate two cheeseburgers, and two chicken breast sandwiches, a potato and a bowl of Frosted Flakes to top it all off. I don't think that kid ate all week end. So now he is in a coma on my couch snoring. The guy doesn't have an ounce of fat on him, I get fatter just watching him eat.
Keep on riding