So this morning, I woke up at the ungodly hour of 4:30 a.m. and set out for my own personal century ride. I had no plan, just to get on my bike and do what I could. Some parts were easy, some parts were terrible, but I did log 92 miles before lunch and barely have any scars from the experience.
I really like the Moxie jersey I got at the Esprit de She triathlon. It's quite flattering, it didn't ride up and the pockets were accommodating.
Wind is the worst thing ever. At mile 42, if I had someone to call, I would have, the wind was that bad.
Reese's Pieces are the best treat ever. Turned my day around, no doubt. I was sitting on a curb, contemplating how I would get home through the mind-numbing wind when I wandered into a 7-11. I bought the treat and it made all the difference.
Salt is ah-mazing. I can't even express how much I love salt after a hard workout.
Thank goodness for the gas station attendants who chose to ignore the $5 minimum credit card charge because it's impossible to carry all the water you need for a 5+ hour workout, but I can't carry $5 of water.
Ditto on food. I ate: a banana, a nut bar, a fiber bar, a gu, a king-sized bag of Reese's pieces and a bottle of powerade zero. Then devoured a giant lunch and two vats of Diet Pepsi in the process. Still hungry ...
This is a long time to be alone with your thoughts.