Okay, it's official. I'm freaking out. RAGBRAI is just 24 days away, and I am a little apprehensive about the whole thing. At this point, I should be riding about 150 miles a week. I am riding about 25. What does this mean, you may ask. It means, I'M SCREWED.
Alright, deep breaths now. I do still have 3ish weeks to go. I am getting stronger and more confident. But still, I am a Kessler, and that means we procrastinate. So, I will be cramming in training time from here until the moment we go. Problem is, I'm having trouble getting motiviated. RAGBRAI keeps sending me updates and useful tips for training, but it seems easier to blame my lack of motiviation on a) the weather, b) to busy, c) to lazy, or d) all of the above.
I have to keep reminding myself why I am doing this. Yes, ultimately it is for the prized handbag (yet to be determined). But I think it's also about respecting myself enough to think that, while I am not Lance Armstrong, I can be an athlete of sorts. It's also to support Jeff and spend some quality time together. Although, him screaming at me to ride faster might not be quite the quality time we had in mind.
I think it's also about doing something that not everyone will do. I hope at the end, I am able to dip my tire in the Mississippi and know that, statistically speaking, I am one of an elite group of riders. No, it's not Ride the Rockies, Triple Bypass, or Copper Triangle, but I will wear my RAGBRAI jersey with pride. The pride that I did something that most thought I couldn't do. Hell, what I thought (think) I couldn't do.
