Thursday, July 16, 2009

A Prisoner Of My Mind

I'm all warped out about the Midnight Century. There is no way. I haven't put on any miles since freaking April. I've been pounding $5 Subway 12" Meatball Marinara Subs like I have nothing to live for.

John thinks he's preoccupied . . . jeez, he should spend a few minutes in my head. And I'm not even doing the damn ride!

Or am I?

I know. It's insane. But with riding season slipping away, I'm grasping for the gold ring. Not that I'll do it, but just having the idea and pretend-preparing and thinking that maybe, just maybe, I can squeeze in enough riding in the next few days to get me ready. Preposterous.

Tuesday was Recon-1:



Tonight, Recon-2.



It's these gorgeous roads. John can have his handlebar tweaks. I dream-float through the descents like dogs must dream of chasing cats.





The angst is damn-near unbearable.

4 comments:

Jason Gilman said...

So if you were to hypothetically ride the Midnight Century would your winter bike/mtb be your weapon of choice? If I do it this year (and that's still a big hypothetical if) it's definitely the Trek for me.

Pat S said...

Jason, definitely my cyclocross bike. Hypothetically, of course.

Hank said...

"...like dogs must dream of chasing cats."

So they're not dreaming of riding in big plastic bins?

Pat S said...

Hank, the big plastic bins evoke nightmares. You know, the kind where your dog kind of goes into convulsions while it sleeps.