Posted 06/21 by Ruthie BenDor
Bonking on a bicycle is not nearly as fun as Urban Dictionary may have you believe. Basically, it’s what happens when your body runs out of quick energy to burn, and you feel as though you’ve hit a wall. Today I learned an important lesson in how to avoid bonking: don’t ever be caught out without a snack.
I started the day in Troy by mailing home a few pounds of stuff I now realize I won’t need, then set off along the beautiful, paved bike path.
So far I’ve been passing convenience stores or through towns every few miles, so I didn’t think to grab any snacks before leaving Troy. Big mistake. This bike path wound along the Mohawk River through barren suburbia, and wasn’t nearly as flat as I’d been expecting. Fifteen miles later, my legs felt like lead and I was no longer thinking clearly, so I bailed on the bike path and found my way to the town of Niskayuna and a very well-placed diner. Hooray for french toast.
Though I’d been planning to follow the Mohawk River right across New York, the offer of housing and conversation in Galway was too tempting to pass up. After Schenectady, I turned north and did my best to ignore afternoon heat and fifteen miles of rolling hills to Galway, where Build Guild member and all-around cool dude Jace Richardson lives with his fiancee Ashley.
There was also a Shop-Vac incident.
Tomorrow morning, Jace will drop me off in Fonda and I’ll continue on my merry way along the Mohawk River.