So after yesterday's ride I'm no longer sure about the STP. Granted it was windy and the damn wind was swirling around all over the place. Granted it was my first long ride of the season. And granted it wasn't on a road bike. But I don't see how I'm going to get into shape in a short eight weeks for a two hundred mile ride (even if I do it over two days), especially in the Pacific Northwest, which is endowed with more than its fair share of ascents. Sixteen miles in eighty minutes. That's like 12 mph. But more importantly, I'm feeling it enough today to cancel plans of riding this evening. Now try a hundred miles in one day, a night's rest, then doing it all over again. Not happening. Not this year at least. Which kind of sucks, because I was hoping I'd be able to make it.
Still, my goal is to hit a thousand miles on my bike by the end of the season, including my almost-four-mile daily round trip to school and back. Now that's a lot more doable. I figure if I ride fifty miles a week for sixteen weeks, interspersed with random events like Bike The Drive, Cricital Mass and BLT, I should be able to hit that mark, even allowing for fickle weather.
In other news, my parents' old apartment back in the old country has finally been rented out. And despite the fact that I'll probably never live in that apartment again, it's not the most pleasant feeling to imagine strangers defiling what was my home for sixteen years and still has a very special place in my heart. But so it goes.
And while on the subject of nostalgia, the "Friends" finale is tomorrow. I've not really been following the last couple of seasons, because it really began to get stale and the newer episodes weren't even that funny any more. But I felt sad nevertheless when it finally hit me that after tomorrow their lives will no longer be even remotely intertwined with mine. So, barring the Apocalypse, you know what I'll be doing from 7 - 9 pm CDT tomorrow. And it's made a little more poignant by the fact that another of my favourite shows, "Frasier", is ending the following week. I wonder what NBC's going to do to fill the void left by these behemoths. "Scrubs" is the only sitcom worth watching on TV these days (yay for Zach Braff btw), but even that's going to find it hard to follow these heavyweight acts.
Oh and here are my predictions for the two:
1. Friends: Ross and Rachel finally hook up. Monica and Chandler move out.
2. Frasier: Marty and Ronee get married. Niles and Daphne have a baby. Frasier follows Charlotte to Chicago. Roz anyone?
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