A century is a 100-mile bike ride. In some circles, you're not really a cyclist until you've done one. I have friends who can knock off a century before lunch even if they've been at a party the night before, and I know people who've ridden double centuries.
I've never ridden more than 83 miles in a day, and I can't even remember my last 30 mile ride. My excuse is my knees, and my fear is suffering the humiliation of being SAG'd well before the 100 mile mark if I try it again.
I have a friend who has been cajoling me for two years now to do a century ride down on the Eastern Shore. There is, as usual, a Good Cause involved, and the Eastern Shore is nice and flat. (Although if it's a head windy day, you're screwed, because at least hills go down.) Last week I told him I'd do it.
I'm not signed on the dotted line yet, because registration doesn't open until May. (The ride isn't until October.) Plenty of time to train. Plenty of time to back out like a wuss. But I've been saying since the 83-mile day that someday I want to complete a century, and somehow I don't see it getting any easier.
I'll be tracking diet and exercise, because I've been slacking off a lot lately. To avoid turing this blog into an utterly tedious list of reps and miles and ounces of protein, I signed up at Fitday.com. To keep myself honest, I linked to it over there on the left.
Posted by Nic at January 3, 2006 05:45 PM | TrackBack