That is what Suzanne said to me as we were heading home on the final stretch of our long ride today: 51.4 miles. At 5 am. In the rain. When she said it, we were totally soaked down to our squooshy socks, rain dripping off of our helmets, and covered in road grime. I said: "I think you're right."
We covered some serious ground (and hills) on this ride. Not only did we talk about every possible topic as we rode side by side, we went from Hampden to Bangor to Brewer to Orrington to Bucksport to Stockton Springs to Prospect to Frankfort to Winterport to Hampden. And in Bucksport, we rode over the Penobscot Narrows Bridge. Even in the rain, it was so pretty.
I came back from my ride just in time for a hot shower, coffee, and the women's cycling on the Olympics. Damn, those women. So tough and strong.
Half Ironman training is going well. After my 50 miler I felt awesome and am sore, but only in that really good way. I'm super lucky to have so many great people in my life to train with. This week I did both my swims with the masters group, two 6 mile runs with my friend Casey, an 8 miler with my friend Jess, and my long ride with Suzanne. Training partners make all the difference.
5 weeks until the race. I have a ways to go, but watching the Olympics is helping keep me inspired. I can't get enough, especially of the swimming, and extra especially of Ryan Lochte.
It's the Olympics' fault that I'm up to almost 11 and my alarm is set for 4:30 to swim. Yikes.