Well, kiddies. Mission accomplished. Finished my first century ride - going into the ride, especially given the early hour at which it started and the not in my own bed (now, now I stayed on Triathlon Friend's couch the night before ... nothing exciting) sleep the night prior I had serious doubts. But in the end I wasn't going to be the one to call for help so I pressed on and made it to the finish.
There is no real fun and exciting way to describe 100+ miles of bike riding ...
yup, that's right ...
100+ Miles of Bike Riding? Unfortunately the PLUS was not well publicized. The ride was advertised as a century. For those not in the know, that is 100 miles. Sure, they had a cue sheet but the road was marked and I can barely ride my bike and drink so I wasn't looking at the cue sheet. The "last" eight miles were rough, around mile 85 I picked up the pace for a bit thinking that the faster I pedaled the faster I'd get off the bike which was pretty much the only thing I could think about at that point (do you have any idea the extent to which your ass hurts after 7 hours of biking ...?). I regretted that pace pick up around mile 92 but I pushed on counting down the miles one by one ... and when I got to mile 100 the ride did not end and there was no sign that it would end any time soon. Not being the Never Ending Ride, it did eventually end ... 4 miles later. What's 4 more miles after you've ridden 100 you ask? Well, I'm here to tell you its hell.
That being said, I got the giggles twice. You know when you think of something funny and you start laughing and you just can't stop? The first time was right after our 50 mile rest stop and one of the girls we were riding with said something in Spanish. I thought of Costa Rica and Dave's planned speech to the U.N. in which he would explain (in Spanish ... logically) why Greenland should be named Iceland (its cold) and Iceland named Greenland (its green). Pero Greenland es frio. I wasn't there when the group came up with the idea but I was there a few times when the speech was rehearsed and for some reason it was hysterical (umm, perhaps the Imperial?) and when the girl said her Spanish phrase the speech came to mind and I got the giggles. Fortunately Triathlon Friend was there so I had someone to share with.
The next time was right before the mile 85 push. We stopped at a stop sign so one of the girls could take a picture and this guy that was also stopped there pulled a banana out of his pocket and started eating. I've actually seen guys pull bananas out of their pockets on the subway (seriously, bananas ... I'm not speaking in euphemism) and it always makes me think "is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" And on a bike trip (with guys sort of putting it all out there in tight shorts anyway) this question made me think of zip lining and the crotch compressing harnesses that the guys wore that extenuated their umm, bananas. This time I was delirious and I COULD NOT stop giggling and I COULD NOT explain this story to anyone I was with (I mean, I wasn't really checking out this guy's banana ... it just sort of reminded me of zip lining where you couldn't really help looking at the parts because they were sort of on display) so shortly thereafter I went ahead of the group to giggle sans explanation and subsequently about died when the ride did not end when I thought it should have.
Its funny how there are some trips (Costa Rica, Ireland with my college friends) where its the people that shape the experiences. Sure I'll remember the scenes and adventures of CR but its the people that make the stories that give me the giggles. Kind of like I'll always remember the sights and scenes of Ireland but I'll also remember Duff yelling across the bar "K., you love BJ" when Billy Joel came on or Chicago Friend saying "you can't play hearts till your hearts been broken" to the guy that had just gotten left at the alter ...
And did I mention my ass hurt? More than you can imagine during the ride. That and my arms. But with your arms you can stretch a bit and change your hand position, there is really only one place to put your butt thought and after awhile that just isn't fun.
So, all in all a good day.
Slept for 14 hours last night after eating a ton of sushi for what was sort of my second dinner and somehow managed to be halfway productive today. I met a friend for brunch, bought paint, started painting the apartment, had a massage, went food shopping and cooked dinner. Go me;)
So, that's it kids. Hopefully my legs will be recovered for next weekend's 10K race ...
Goodnight.
There is no real fun and exciting way to describe 100+ miles of bike riding ...
yup, that's right ...
100+ Miles of Bike Riding? Unfortunately the PLUS was not well publicized. The ride was advertised as a century. For those not in the know, that is 100 miles. Sure, they had a cue sheet but the road was marked and I can barely ride my bike and drink so I wasn't looking at the cue sheet. The "last" eight miles were rough, around mile 85 I picked up the pace for a bit thinking that the faster I pedaled the faster I'd get off the bike which was pretty much the only thing I could think about at that point (do you have any idea the extent to which your ass hurts after 7 hours of biking ...?). I regretted that pace pick up around mile 92 but I pushed on counting down the miles one by one ... and when I got to mile 100 the ride did not end and there was no sign that it would end any time soon. Not being the Never Ending Ride, it did eventually end ... 4 miles later. What's 4 more miles after you've ridden 100 you ask? Well, I'm here to tell you its hell.
That being said, I got the giggles twice. You know when you think of something funny and you start laughing and you just can't stop? The first time was right after our 50 mile rest stop and one of the girls we were riding with said something in Spanish. I thought of Costa Rica and Dave's planned speech to the U.N. in which he would explain (in Spanish ... logically) why Greenland should be named Iceland (its cold) and Iceland named Greenland (its green). Pero Greenland es frio. I wasn't there when the group came up with the idea but I was there a few times when the speech was rehearsed and for some reason it was hysterical (umm, perhaps the Imperial?) and when the girl said her Spanish phrase the speech came to mind and I got the giggles. Fortunately Triathlon Friend was there so I had someone to share with.
The next time was right before the mile 85 push. We stopped at a stop sign so one of the girls could take a picture and this guy that was also stopped there pulled a banana out of his pocket and started eating. I've actually seen guys pull bananas out of their pockets on the subway (seriously, bananas ... I'm not speaking in euphemism) and it always makes me think "is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" And on a bike trip (with guys sort of putting it all out there in tight shorts anyway) this question made me think of zip lining and the crotch compressing harnesses that the guys wore that extenuated their umm, bananas. This time I was delirious and I COULD NOT stop giggling and I COULD NOT explain this story to anyone I was with (I mean, I wasn't really checking out this guy's banana ... it just sort of reminded me of zip lining where you couldn't really help looking at the parts because they were sort of on display) so shortly thereafter I went ahead of the group to giggle sans explanation and subsequently about died when the ride did not end when I thought it should have.
Its funny how there are some trips (Costa Rica, Ireland with my college friends) where its the people that shape the experiences. Sure I'll remember the scenes and adventures of CR but its the people that make the stories that give me the giggles. Kind of like I'll always remember the sights and scenes of Ireland but I'll also remember Duff yelling across the bar "K., you love BJ" when Billy Joel came on or Chicago Friend saying "you can't play hearts till your hearts been broken" to the guy that had just gotten left at the alter ...
And did I mention my ass hurt? More than you can imagine during the ride. That and my arms. But with your arms you can stretch a bit and change your hand position, there is really only one place to put your butt thought and after awhile that just isn't fun.
So, all in all a good day.
Slept for 14 hours last night after eating a ton of sushi for what was sort of my second dinner and somehow managed to be halfway productive today. I met a friend for brunch, bought paint, started painting the apartment, had a massage, went food shopping and cooked dinner. Go me;)
So, that's it kids. Hopefully my legs will be recovered for next weekend's 10K race ...
Goodnight.
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