Riding the Wicklow 100. Slowly.

Originally published June 11, 2008

For the last few months, every Saturday I rode the third hardest ride of my life. The hardest was the Mountains of Misery metric century, and the second hardest was the Civil War Century metric. (Why are metrics harder than full centuries? Is it because they are not on the flat Eastern Shore?) We were training for the Wicklow 100. Yes–another metric century! But luckily the Wicklow 100 was not the hardest ride of my life–I got that out of the way a few weeks ago. I don’t remember much, except for some big uphills, but I’m pretty sure there was some wind involved. Those hills were much bigger than these hills, which you can see me flying up.

I slowed down somewhat after eating the performance-enhancing food on offer. If anyone ever asks you if you want a chicken and stuffing sandwich in the middle of two 1,000ish foot climbs, just say no. I didn’t. My mistake.

We got medals at the end, which is not nearly as cool as a long-sleeve t-shirt and certainly not worth the €42 entry fee. I was going to write a letter and ask if next year we could have oranges and homemade banana bread instead of medals, but I think the medal is something of a tradition.  I would post a photo of me wearing mine, but I think it got eaten by the washing machine.  Maybe that’s why it keeps breaking down.

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