Once upon a time my goals included running a marathon and riding a century before I turned 30. Then the goals were to do those things *while* I was 30. Now I'm about to turn 31, and I still haven't done either. But at least now I've done a "metric century." Eric and I joined his parents at the ULCER this morning to do the shorter option (60 miles instead of 111). Some highlights: - I probably consumed more calories at the feed zone than I burned over the four-hour ride. - Eric was serious when he (I thought) joked that I couldn't knock him off his bike even if I tried. It was nice of him to keep me from crashing when I started to tip over because of the effort.
- It's *so* *way* easier to ride in a pack than by yourself or with just one other person. - It probably wasn't the best idea to try a different kind of clipless pedals for the first time on a big group ride. It was über embarrassing to beat people to the top of a hill (I know, it wasn't a race) only to later stop at a light and then have them all pass me while I kept trying to figure out how to flip the pedals over and clip in. - People in a bike ride talk a lot more than people in a running race. A lot of it is really annoying. - If I've recently gone on 3 or 4 rides, with the longest being 26 miles, I can ride happily for 50 miles. After about 50 I get cranky and want to quit. In other news, we moved probably 85% of our stuff to our apartment in Provo on Friday and Saturday. So far it's not so bad.
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