I was in one of my day dreams thinking what to call someone who does century rides. I came up with, "Centurion." Not sure if its an actual term but it sounded bad ass to me so that's what I call someone who rides there bike for one hundred miles in a single day. Having that cool title was all the more reason for becoming one.
I've done centuries in the past but sometimes you lose you drive or get lazy and take off a couple years or so. Last year I started the NYC Century tour but bailed out due to my brain telling me that it was stupid to continue cause I had the hamptons marathon a few weeks later. I used the excuse that I didn't want to hurt myself. I probably was the smarter move now that I remember that tweaking in my right ankle. So I rode out of queens and had my mom pick me up near a gas station off of the Long Island expressway.
Well this year I had to make amends and finish the whole century. It was surprisingly easy in a hard way. I knew it was going to be an epic day when in the first thirty minutes into the ride I see a taxi cab hit an unaware cyclist. Thankfully no real harm done. For the ride I do what your suppose to and ride from rest stop to rest stop. Breaking a big goal into manageable chunks is the only was to complete it. The food at the rest stops was the typical race fuel; apples, bananas, oranges, peanut butter and jelly, and bread to name a few. During these stops cyclists conversed and shared knowledge as well as mutual respect for the activity we all were participating together in.
I also spoke to various people while riding, usually commenting on a particular part of there bike. Now during the ride when you see someone on the side of the road you ask if they are ok. I'm riding down the side of on of the highways and notice a fellow cyclist over to the side and bent over his handlebars. So I yell out if he's ok... No response. So I stop and go to him to see what's the matter. When I get to him I ask, "are you ok?"
"...both my legs...cramp."
I replied, "ok just sit on the ground and try and stretch them out."
"...I can't get off the bike."
So I lift him off his hunched over state put him on the ground, gave him a GU gel to help him restore balance to his body. I told him to take it with water and wait and if you don't feel better in fifteen minutes wave over one of the Marshals for help. I left him after that but still wonder how he made out. I've had those cramps before so I could empathize with him. Besides the negative aspects of riding there are also positive as well.
I remember becoming in the zone hours into the ride. To me the zone is a out of self experience. I also heard it described as, "slowing the game or activity so it seems easier than on a normal basis." I love it that much I know. It is kind of like I'm observing myself from a different perspective. Call it flow, zone, bikers high it is a real treat when it comes and I wish it happened more often for me in my endurance lifestyle.
So after all the rest stops, food (probably ate a whole jar of peanut butter during the whole ride) and immersing myself with bikes and city riding I finally arrived back to where it all started. My ride didn't end at the Central Park finish line though. In the early morning I took the 3:45 train from Ronkonkoma to reach penn station and from there rode to the starting line which is around 110 street in Central Park. So after finishing instead of waiting on the stupidly long line for a free ice cone, I rode back to penn for the real stuff. By the real stuff I mean Colombo frozen yogurt with chocolate crunchies on top... So amazing after biking all day! But the real reward as always is the actual act of riding all day long. It was definitely a rewarding and fun experience and can't wait till next year.
"Just follow the yellow "C's" "
-Barton
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