Kids
Religion
Spouse
Honey-Do list
Whatever.

None of the above. My only obligation is two wheels, pavement, and keeping up with the testosterone-fueled hammer fest that happens every Sunday morning at 9:00 am on the West side of Shelby County.

Yesterday was tough… Ryan and I rode a century, and I had a monkey on my back from mile 30. I spent most of the 5.5 rolling hours staring at his rear wheel and trying to ignore the voice in my head telling me to turn off at any of the numerous short cuts.
So, this morning, I wasn’t sure how my legs would respond to the demands of 75 miles of group ride- 40 of which was the Outdoors ride- notoriously fast. Turns out that my brain checked out sometime around mile 70 yesterday and was still AWOL at that point. I was spaced out enough that I thought I’d left my sunglasses at the Outdoors store meet-up spot. Turns out, they were on my face the whole time. It worked out well for me- I felt numb to the pain in my legs, and several times, I caught myself wondering…

“How the ufck am I doing this right now?”

“Please sir, may I have another?!?”

Mostly, though, I was wondering how I was able to pull off the efforts I was putting in. I’ll be damned if I’m the last to the top of the hill or across the county line. It was nice to have my brain on vacation, because it took a lot less effort to ignore it.

The plan is to train all the way through both Spa City 6 hour, Rouge Roubaix, and Spring Break the week after. It’s going to be really, really tough, but it’s not going to kill me, so…