|I swear, my coach must think I'm special.|
Yes, folks, I thought Ride Around the Sound was Sunday, but it was actually Saturday, so while I was blogging about it in bed, it was actually happening and I was actually missing it.
God, I'm so dumb.
I still rode, though. And I tacked on eight miles to make it a full century. I figured it would be a good way to atone for my stupidity. And while I didn't ride the beautiful route from Seattle to Bremerton that I was really, really looking forward to (I chose not to do it because I'm totally unfamiliar with anything south of Seattle, and I didn't want to ride new territory all alone with no support), I still saw some pretty views.
Some random thoughts that went through my head during this experience: "How am I so stupid?" "My ass hurts and I should really buy a new saddle." "I have no idea where I am." "I'm just going to follow this dude in spandex. He looks like he knows where he's going." "Holy fuck, why are we going up this giant hill?" "Note to self: The guy in spandex is not your friend." "Where exactly is Issaquah and why am I here right now?" "Where did the bike path go?" "I wish I were at the farmers market instead." "My ass really, really hurts." "This is really, really dumb." "SHOWTUNES!" "Am I done yet?"
I pretty much rode all over Seattle and the eastside -- Woodinville, Lake Sammamish, Issaquah (wherever the fuck that is), Redmond, Shilshole Marina, Golden Gardens, you name it. I just kept going until my Garmin said 100.
It took freaking forever. It's sort of disturbing that I can fly to a foreign country in the time it took to ride 100 miles. I can also finish an entire 70.3 in less time than it took to ride 100 miles. And I've had work days that were shorter than the time it took to ride 100 miles.
And the scary thing: 100 miles is still 12 miles less than the Ironman bike leg. Plus Ironman has the added joy of swimming and running.
Have I mentioned how dumb I am?
And it gets better: Why the hell did I choose to live on the second floor?
|This was a challenge.|
And then there was the walk to work.
I can't believe I'm going to have to run a full marathon after riding 112 miles. And I can't believe I have just shy of two months before I do it.
Don't worry. I double-checked the date this time.