My bike made it out West.
What have I done to get ready?
Other than go on yet another ride from my house to ride trails and ride home... and end up destroyed?
Anyways, six hours out of the house and one of these:
Woke up at 131lbs+ that morning and came home to 126.5lbs... and then ate/drank my way back up to 132lbs. Victory. I feel like such an athlete when I drink chocolate milk.
I spent Sunday trying to convince myself to not ride even though I wanted to. I found other things to do.
Moderation. Not my strong suit. At all.
I'm pretty much packed... for my Saturday exodus. Which is stupid early, I admit. Who cares?
Breck Epic bound. I am excite.