Oh My God! What did I sign-up for....

The title precisely tells about the day 1....

It all started with keeping things ready for the next morning, taking out what to wear, filling water bottles, Energy Bars, Shoes, Socks... the list went on and on... I was just aping my roommate while he was setting his stuff up... While doing that did I realise, I was a kid in front of this PRO-Cyclist..
We planned our bathroom timings, and said our good nights..

I realised, I didn't talk about the bike I was going to ride... I was very keen on having a look before I hit bed... Upon insisting, I was taken to basement room where all bikes were kept... This was really the closest I could have gotten to the Scott Addict Carbon Frame Bike I had purchased before the trip in India... Similar colours... Wilier was the make.. I was hearing the name for the first time, however, all my fellow cyclists were like 'That's one of the best bikes to be on'... That was a HUGE assurance I could take back and sleep on that night..

Next Morning,
I was expecting myself to be one of the firsts at the breakfast area... I was super surprised to see host of them already there... I wasn't quite sure of a few dishes being vegetarian, where my fellow cyclists helped out.. One thing that was standing out was I saw most of them eating heavy breakfasts... I again got back to my aping without realising the repercussions...

Many of them felt I was overly dressed rather wearing one too many for this ride... I did inform them the reason for sleeves on hands and legs to cover my Psoriasis* spots... (*that's the next topic I would cover in a detailed write-up, for a starter, I have been living with this chronic disease for about 9 years now)... and the gamosa was for wiping the sweat off.... My rubber shoes were where most of eyeballs around on... each and everyone there were super surprised and many voiced their concern too...

Post the briefing and photo shoot, we were OFF....
We were under a kilometer off and I realised one of us had made a stop... I felt, I should wait and I did... He was one of the nicest guys I had met and with whom I was tagged with through the trip. "The Tourists" was what we were referred to as...
As soon as he caught up, there was my first uphill, where I struggled... and obviously, got on to the last spot on the pack... I kept my spirits high and rode on for a few more kilometers, once in a while meeting one of our own fellow cyclists or other cyclists.... A nod, A hello or a smile.... and ride on...
All of a sudden I felt a severe pain in my right abdomen... It was like a catch, cramp or whatever one would call it.. however, the pain was deep... I tried to ignore and riding on... I couldn't.. I got off the bicycle, stretched myself, drank some water.. No, the pain didn't subside...Walk was the only possible option with which I barely managed to reach the support vehicle..
'Are you alright mate' was the first question 'No' my answer... 'Do you want to throw the bike in and hop on'... 'Yes'.. that was what I wanted to hear all through the pain... I took off the sleeves on my legs since they were causing a lot of annoyance before I hopped in between the two of them on the front seat... I checked and stopped my Strava, that got my morale to a super duper low... just under 12 kilometers...
I was dejected for the fact that I was not able to live up to the hopes my family, friends and a lot of people had in me which had got me here.. The support crew kind of read what was running between those ears... and told.. It is tough, the heat wave is not helping either... I told them, I really want to get back there on the saddle... 'We would drive you up to the middle of one of the groups and drop you there once you are OK.. riding in a group is definitely going to help you, the first timer' and that did the trick... I got two more as a company, one from Europe and one from UK who were taking it slow is what I thought, since they appeared to be pro cyclists...
We did pretty well for about 87 Kilometers, post which I was advised to hang in a support vehicle while the other two carried on for a little more....
It was a little more since the peak they were climbing had insane elevation, not so good a road and NOT A SINGLE SHADE of tree, neither were there any clouds... The SUN was in his full blaze, causing super dehydration...
I was astonished by the resilience of quite a few cyclists, who didn't give a damn and did reach the hotel on their saddle.. There were a couple who missed the hotel and went another 40 odd kilometers more..
The temperature that day was whopping 34 degree Celsius... All cyclists felt and inquired, 'Wasn't it more like in India?'... I was like 'NO' this is much more than anything we have in Bengaluru :)'. That gave all of them a relief and they were like 'Indian guy is saying it was HOT, which means it was REALLY REALLY HOT :)'
Some of them hit the swimming pool...
Some got appointments from the massage therapist and got their pains relieved..
Almost all went for a beer...
I was just watching and hearing most of their conversations... and was realising how far behind I stand in terms of knowing cycling and being a cyclist in front of these 30 GURUS of CYCLING...
See you on the other side with Day 2!
Ciao!!