My First Century

If any of you have been reading through the comments section the past few days, you've seen that Neil and I were meeting up for a ride. To Stillwater. Well we missed Stillwater. Turns out we were accompanying a mutual friend, Rob, on the first leg of his journey to Grantsburg WI. Instead of Stillwater we went to Marine on the St Croix, which is north of Stillwater. This is where we split from Rob. He kept going north while we went west to Coon Rapids. At the Coon Rapids dam, Neil and Steve (a friend of Neil's) went north and I went south, home. Neil, my odometer read 100.7 miles when I pulled up in front of the house. I did take Theo. Wirth Parkway home to extend my ride a little bit. It was just enough to keep me from having to ride around the block a couple of times to get to my 100 miles. The last 22 miles from the dam were pretty bad. It was a south wind that was blowing on us all morning, so I got to face it from CR to Mpls. I was really groaning up the little hills on the Parkway since my legs had gone all wobbly on me. But I made it. The ONLY reason I was able to finish this ride is that from Marine to Coon Rapids, Neil and Steve pulled me along, meaning I rode in their draft. So thanks, I owe you a beer. All things considered, I'm not feeling to bad. My butt is not sore at all, thanks to my old skool Brooks Saddle. I do have some awesome tan lines (TOYH calls them burn lines) cuz I forgot to put on sunscreen this morning. My legs feel ok, but only if I don't try and walk up and down stairs. I hope these century things get easier (assuming I do more of them).