3 Months = roughly Gravel Worlds weekend.
I here by, do declare, I'm participating in this event. It isn't official official as I haven't sent in the post card yet, so I first have to find a post card. Then I can start training for it. Wait, what?
Really, I haven't been training or riding much at all, as if my shape didn't give that away. I did a couple longer rides (literally, a couple; not the normal "couple" by roadie standards that involves 4+ hour rides once a weekend instead of twice) over the winter and spring. So my endurance needs some help. That, and figuring out how the hell to survive 150 miles on gravel. I need to figure out food, hydration, and comfort. So I will need to do long rides to test things out and see what works and what doesn't. It's pretty daunting to attempt this within just 3 months, but I need to start somewhere.
And so it begins.
Fred, Brady, and I are riding from 6:15am to 8:30am as per Fred's time limit. So no later ride inquiries will be entertained. Ass crack of dawn, or no dice. Meeting place is Aksarben - nothing's open then, so get your caffeine fix pre-ride. Road bikes are the weapon of choice.
I know Brady and Fred are fast, whereas I'm not at this point, so speed will hopefully be near conversational pace so I can catch up both on breath and in talking with good buddies. Route will be decided as we go, but probably somewhere Southish.
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