After I was on my way, I noticed a goat head (see bottom of post for more info) in my front tire. I took it out and listened for leaking air. It sounded fine. I continued on my way but quickly noticed that I was going slower and slower. Stopped again and felt the tire. Very squishy.
Drat! I was going to have to change the tube.
I was closer to home than the meeting spot and it was only about 28 deg out (brrrr), so I decided to put a little air in and turn around so I could fix it at home where it was warm. This meant I would definately not make it to the meeting spot on time.
So...I grabbed my cell phone, searched for running friends phone number, and hit sent. I really couldn't hear very well because I had just stopped at the side of the road to make the call and still had my helmet on.
"Hi. This is FirstName"
"Hey, my front tire is soft after I pulled out a goat head, I'm going to have to replace the tube and won't make it on time"
"Who is this?"
"This is FirstName
Ooooops!! I accidently selected SWTriGal from my contact list, same first name as who I was trying to call. She happens to be in AZ getting ready to do IronMan tomorrow. I imagine she was very confused about why I had called to tell her about my flat tire.
"Oh sorry! Called the wrong FirstName
"Thanks. And sorry about your tire"
Hahahahaha. What a moron I am. At least it makes for a funny story. :-)
After that little mishap, I successfully dialed the correct number to let the group know that I would be late due to the flat and not to wait for me.
Made it home, fixed my flat, and then Husband graciously dropped me off at the meeting point.
I was able find the running group out on the trail. We met up in the parking lot after their run to chat for a bit. Then I rode home. It ended up being a bit shorter ride than last week because of the late start and catching a ride to the meeting spot, but 14 miles is better than nothing.
Edited to add: A goat head is a type of nasty thorn that is prevalent in NM. I always ride with goo in my tires, but sometimes that's just not enough for these little beasts