It comes to mind that I should clarify my statements from the recent past.
To me, the elusive century seemed like a mark I might fail to achieve. A bridge too far, if you will.
I made a mental pedestal of what was beyond my abilities. Well, I got to it and then went a little further... so there went my goal. I was expecting excruciating pain, weakness, trembling and a near-death experience. I was expecting to barely make it, to eek it out, to push myself to some unknown limit.
In hindsight, I should have done the rides without water, food or waited until the middle of the day.
But instead, I planned it out, took my time, stayed in a comfort zone and achieved the goals with relative ease.
My butt, however, says I went too far.
New goal, find a way to numb the butt on long rides.. anyone got some long lasting local anethetics?
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Gravy -- the dark side is calling... buy a Brooks.
My butt would have literally fallen off if I'd have ridden that far!
New saddle and new tires for crying out loud!
hey, what is your email? we are celebrating our huge accomplishment on Tuesday.
patioratio@gmail.com
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