I’m infected with a very serious case of pre-event-mush-brain. This ailment came on rather suddenly and the etiology is unclear. Perhaps it was something I ate, or something I read. I don’t know but I seemed to have picked it up between lunchtime gathering of last minute items for my century and reading an email about the fabulous weather we are going to have for our event.

I returned from lunch, ready to buckle down and git ‘er done. I pulled out a few cases, sent some give-me-what-I-want-ASAP emails, and began reviewing the three hundred and some odd pages of incredibly small font data listings. *Yawn*

Then it was brought to my attention that I addressed the coordinator whom I was demanding things from by the wrong name. Christie, Cecile…it’s all the same. Right? Yeah, I know. My guess is that when you get their name wrong, they aren’t as willing to respond favorably to your give-me-what-I-want-ASAP email. I followed up with an appology email. *sigh*

And what the heck am I reviewing? I might as well be looking at the course map — for none of what I am doing is productive at this point. My brain is an excitement-infused, nervous mass of grey mush. Woot!!

The problem with me creating my own do-it-yourself training plan for a sport that I know very little about is that you are likely to get a few things…um…WRONG. Apparently, there is no need for a 3 week taper (or perhaps anything other than a light week) in century training. I’d sent my plan to a few of cycling enthusiasts but when I received reactions like The Man who said, “I generally don’t incorporate a taper,” I misconstrued this to mean that *he* did not because he is such a seasoned cyclist.

It wasn’t until Big Sis commented that I’d recover quick enough from this weekend’s century to turn around and do another the following weekend that I clued into my error. Umm…and then I began to panic. Could it actual be bad to have backed off so much in the weeks leading up to my 100-miler? Oh dear, oh deary, dear, dear.

Somehow, some way, if I was to reconcile the whole matter, I would need to log a healthy helping of miles.

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The last time I took on one of The Man’s spinning class I was humbled dearly. Since then, I’ve put in a lot of time in the saddle, or as he once said, TITS. I’ve suffered a considerable amount of aches and pains, fixed A LOT of flat tires, and beat myself up mentally. And for what?

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