Yesterday's ride up Gates Pass gave me pause about my ability to climb out of Tucson and arrive in Tombstone without respiratory support. I gave notice I'd do the best I could but I may need to SAG a few miles, if my respiratory distress became a ride stopper.
The day was cool--I donned leg, arm, ear, and finger covers till mid-day. The sky was blue-blue and the wind was friendly. What more could a Midwesterner want after winter's relentless siege?
By rest stop #1 about 20 miles into the ride I was breathing hard, but was grateful I had seemed to have made some really decent recovery progress over the last 24 hours. Maybe I could make it after all. I pulled into rest stop 2 gasping and sucking air from wherever I could find it. Took 10 minutes before I could fill my water bottle and head out to lunch at mile 56.
Lunch was really scary. Thought I was going to pass out. Recovered enough to get back on the bike and ride the 20 mile downhill I had surely earned. I willingly accepted a SAG up the final ten mile pull into Tombstone.
Spent the evening doing body work and praying I'd be ready for tomorrow's ride to Willcox.