Yesterday I rode on some trails around Steilacoom and it was wet, wet and just a touch more wet, but really what did I expect, it was raining when I left. First ride since Italy, and it wasn’t epic, it wasn’t massive and it wasn’t really long, but it was nice.
My legs felt like heavy as lead, my lungs felt like they were burning and the rain felt really cold, but all in all it was pretty good.
Today is shopping for food and finishing up the packing for the race. Just to clarify, when I use the word race, I mean a place where I will put a number on my bike and ride in circle for several hours and then fall off my bike after 5 hours and stop riding as I will be tired, good results are not mandatory. Anyway, the race looms large and I am not sure I am prepared, well I am not prepared, but I will be there. So food, water and coffee are the important items after that is clothes for riding, shoe covers (I have none) and helmet. If I forget any of those items I will not race and be very relieved.
I am a bit unsure of who is coming, earlier monk3ymike was in attendance, but I have emailed him a number and was hoping to hear from him, but nothing, radio silence. Tom, tom the human lung man, should be there, passing me with ease, and a few others I am not expecting to see. I am looking forward to seeing people, not the race itself, god what was I thinking 24 hours, alone with no training. Oh I was thinking it might be fun. I was foolish.