So, in case you haven't heard, I'm doing an Ironman in 12 weeks. What?! The other day I tried to recall when Adam and I switched from "I'll never do an Ironman, that's just crazy" to "Hey, let's sign up for IMAZ"! Isn't it funny how things change? Six weeks ago we did our first long ride (90 miles) and I cried about it here. I consoled myself at the time by recalling how 50 miles used to seem long. Now, 50 miles go by and I'm feeling good and ready for more. Sure enough, 80 miles isn't so bad. 90 miles is bearable. That last 10 can still suck it! Feeling my body and more importantly my mind get used to the distance is reassuring. However, I read the other day that the difference between Half Ironman training and Ironman training was the number of times you wanted to throw your bike in the bushes. Hee hee. Exactly. Long rides kind of go like this:
1-25 miles: "Yawn. Stretch. Oh hey we're on a bike!"
25-50 miles: "I love riding my bike! Wheeee!"
50-75 miles:" I'm totally CRUSHING this ride. No problems here. I can push through anything."
75-85 miles: "Hm. My ass hurts. I'm tired. Are we home yet?"
85-90 miles: "Why is this wind so windy? Why is the sun so hot? Why do I keep hitting every motherf*(&kng crack in the pavement? Why?"
90-100 miles: "Will someone just please hit me? Anyone? Hey car! Car! Over here!"
Next weekend: "Oh hey, 100 mile ride! Sure! That was so much fun!"