At 1:17PM today, I officially rode my bicycle (affectionately namedTamara Ny) 65 miles in the Philadelphia Bike-a-thon. Words simply cannot describe the experience. I rode Tamara Ny longer, harder, and faster than I ever have, and she took it. We (yes, my bicycle has a soul) soared up the hills (after skinny tire riders would smoke me on the straights, I'd roar past them on the hills), we danced in the rain (there was a 15 minute stretch when it rained; it was glorious!), and survived those last 10 brutal miles. Strong headwind, my leg cramped up at the 56 mile mark, but I just dropped to granny gearing, worked the kink out, and powered to the finish.
My legs are aching, I'm absolutely spent, but I CANNOT wait to do this again next time and do more distance rides like this.
And I definitely want to make a return to the straight-edge lifestyle. Cycling is the only drug I'll ever need. Waking up at 4AM this morning has NEVER felt this fantastic!