I had this great, epic post about the MS150. I wrote it right afterwards, on the drive back. And then technology intervened and erased it. Dang. It was deep. It talked about my first interaction with the MS150, which was the first year I did mock trial in college.
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| Mock Trial! A million years ago. |
Things that suck: A freaking crazy party with loud music, loud cheering
and even louder emcees going on right outside the window when you're in
the middle of closing statements.
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| Me and Nadia, what what! I think this was year two |
Needless to say my team only made it to the semi-finals that year. And
the next year...same thing, you'd think they'd pick a different building
at UT to host mock trials. Seriously I could be a friggin lawyer if
not for that!
But I digress. So my first interaction with ms150 was extreme dislike. And when I went back to research what the hell was this stupid party outside I thought anyone who wanted to bike from Houston to Austin was insane. We have cars people.
But I secretly thought it was cool. And one day, hopefully before I turned 30 maybe I'd do it. And since I was 19 at the time, clearly I gave myself a pretty large cushion of time.
Fast forward 8-ish years. What the hell?!? Time flies and I'm 28. And I can loosely call myself a cyclist based on the last 3 years of foolishness.
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| Hell no I'm not paying for a picture. Diamond Club at the last stop day 1. |
So the high points: finishing the MS150. Though the team decided the second day we were gonna do the shorter route (33 vs 50/60 ish) I felt good. Midpoint day one was pretty rough. Having gone into this with zero hill training, I knew hills would suck. But hey even with hill training it would suck. Hills just freaking suck no matter what. So I did have to employ my secret weapon from Tanya which brought a smile to my face when shit got real after lunch (whaaaaa?! I thought the hills were day two only. Wrong). But really I think something she said to me a few days prior, (and probably a million times, I just never listened) was that it's all mental.
So simple. Mind over matter and all that jazz. And yknow, it kinda clicked. And lets be real, that tailwind and PERFECT weather did help.
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| Really, I wish I could slap the person who decided cycling+spandex=standard. Ugh. |
First day: 83 miles. Done. Alrighty mind over matter, and by matter I mean those 60-something miles of hell in Vegas. Done. Day Two: 30 something miles....once my butt went numb 10ish miles in, I was fine. Definitely not fresh first day legs, but felt great. Rode in as a team, and I had my megamix going on the ipod, and more importantly in those last 8 miles of hills, I slowed up at the uphills and waited until the light would turn green at the light at the bottom so I could fly through #protip. People would be all, you can do it! (standard-skinny-person-who-has-never-ridden-a-bike-and assumes-i-havent-either-chant) which is annoying, when I'm trying to time my fly down the hill moments.
Probably shouldnt have told my mom I was going 35mph. I love downhills and I hate braking :)
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| What Up Team Mostyn! |
So yea. Perfect weekend, perfect ride. And I still have those 30 miles we skipped the second day...though I dont think I'll ever have the full ms150 experience (camping part...no ma'am) so next year Diamond Club?
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| proof fail. you get the idea. |
Now....one month away from the half marathon....oh lord.
