there's a bit left in the tank

but not much

Oh the irony,

After being so prepared for the century ride today, I overslept and was half an hour late.

It was as if my iPhone was trolling me.

FUCK YOU ZOMBIE STEVE JOBS!

Despite this, I finished my first century ride.

Too zonked to write, so here are some numbers:

162.16 Kilometers - a little more than one hundred miles.

2438 meters climbed

56.6 Km/hour top speed

11 hours 21 minutes total time

8 hours 57 minutes moving time

6028 calories burned

8049 ml estimated sweat.

4 amazing dudes supporting me along the way

1 beautiful irish wolfhound met

And finally?

One giant hug from the most beautiful woman in the world once I came through my troll door.

And yes, I was crying because I’m so fucking proud.

And not because my arse is welted and sore.

Though both are true.

I think I wrote nine posts in my head while on the trail.

If you believe that you can do something, you just might be able to.

And?

If you don’t believe that you can do something, you just might surprise yourself.

That’s the case for this fool.

Set stupid goals.

Work towards them.

Find others to go with you.

Then?

Make it so there’s no way to bail out.

Now I’m going to go and soak my arse in a cold puddle of joy.

Stay foolish you fiends.