Wrong Zone

Yesterday was a day of redemption. I would go out and put in so many miles on the road bike that this last weeks shortfalls would be a thing of memory. Maybe that kind of thinking put me in a state of denial when I expected the heart rate monitor to start buzzing me to slow it down. It didn't and I hammered out 85 miles in 5 hours and put myself into a state of delirium.

My heart rate monitor somehow decided to slip one past me and reset its default heart rate zones. So zone 1 was 113 to 145. Never did I question why I was at 24 hour solo pace while I hammered to Hamilton and beyond. Yea, denial.

So there I was last night trying to regain consciousness wondering why I was dead to the world. This morning I reviewed the zones and found that I was really hammering out at zone two and creeping almost into zone 3 a couple times. For 5 hours non-stop on a saddle made for short time trialing (need to change saddles).

So today is rest and tomorrow, Hopefully, I can recover enough to hit the hills for my second week of threshold burns.