The Ride to Montauk––all 108 miles of it––is less than a week away and I'm finally starting to get excited. This will be my second century tour, but for some reason it feels far more daunting than the NYC Century.
That could be, perhaps, because I nearly amputated* my left knee after last year's ride––and that was only 70 miles.
Also, the tour director emailed us a few weeks ago with news that this year's route would be a full eight miles longer than planned. It doesn't sound like much, but I'm pretty sure if someone had told me that I had another 40 minutes of biking to go after I crossed the finish line at the NYC Century, I might have thrown my bike in the nearest ditch and cried...CRIED I tell you.
|Italian ice – the perfect pre-ride fuel.|
I'm especially looking forward to having my favorite biking crew back together for the ride this year. Since most of them (OK, all of them) haven't been commuting daily, we figured it'd be a good idea to squeeze in one last "training" ride together before Saturday's tour. Also, we just wanted to go to the beach.
Destination: The Far Rockaways.
It was a pretty grueling ride, mostly because the sun beat us down for most of the afternoon, but I didn't hold back and pushed as hard as I could the whole day.
On the plus side, my knees held up great without any ibuprofen at all and although I was tired at the end of the some 50-mile ride, I wasn't fall-in-a-heap-and-die tired. It was that deep, satisfying exhaustion that comes after pushing your body just enough to burn new strength into it...
|Rocking the Rockaways.|
And ending the ride with a barbecue probably didn't hurt matters either.
For the rest of the week, I'm focusing on three basic areas to prepare myself for the ride Saturday: Body, mind and spirit.
There's a lot more that goes into that than I have time to share tonight, mostly because my top priority––and the thing that ties together all three categories––is SLEEP.
*I'm exaggerating. Slightly.
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