1st century evar today, the Clandestine Clenbuterol Century Challenge Classic.
The trip started at 8AM at 45 degrees out, and ended at 5PM at 85, which made dressing a challenge. I found that sticking a bag under your jersey so you can toss it (in a trash can) later works pretty well.
No bonks or walls, actually a steady pace for the trip.
I'd like to thank, in no particular order:
-- peanut M&Ms, three bags of them, the ultimate energy food.
--Coke and Mountain Dew.
--the two tandems that let me wheelsuck for about 30 miles.
--the RXL saddle, which was surprisingly more comfortable than the Terry Fly Ti I'd been using the past three years.
--my family, for not reporting me to the police as a missing person.
I feel strangely like crap now, but I got a cool sticker I got to put on my car identifying me as centurion.
I guess that's it.