I knocked down two milestones in the last week.

1. Cedars of Lebanon Triathlon. While I didn't do the full triathlon (only did aqua-bike due to a foot problem and the fact that I like running about like I enjoy a sharp stick in the eye), I did learn from and enjoy the aqua-bike. First, nobody passed me on the bike. In fact, it was quite fun collecting numbers...passing the youngsters, with numbers like "27" and "35" on their legs, like they were tied to a post.

2. Clarksville Sunrise Century. I set out to do the 62 mile on Saturday. But the guys I ride with have a way of talking me into things I don't want to do. Yes, they're pushing me to get better...but that's a hard pill to swallow at mile 88 when your legs start locking up like a fake Rolex. The plan was "let's get there early, start with the 100 mile people, then we'll peel off at 62 and get home early." I smelled that rat two days earlier...but fell for it anyway. At the split my manhood was called into question. Even the ACME Pro, Wil Emery, said "just go this way." Showoff. I didn't recognize him in his spaceman aero-helmet at first. He kinda looked like one of those Roswell aliens. You know...5% body fat, strange eyes and a weird shaped head. I still don't know what we were both doing at the same rest stop 55 miles in. May have been the accident that held up the ride for a while. He might have taken a half-hour nap at the last stop...I'm not exactly sure. Nonetheless, the cumulative effects of peer pressure (and use the term "peer" lightly) were more than I could stand. I did the 100. For several hours I swore I'd never drink Gatorade or eat another Fig Newton, banana, or PB&J ever again. Something tells me I'm wrong. 

Pictured left to right: Eric "ACME Amateur" Jackson, Kevin Green (1st Century), Tommy Warden (2nd Century), Paul Goode (2nd Century). I'm not wearing my jersey for two reasons. 1) I forgot to bring one (totally stupid, I know...duh) and 2) the one I borrowed I couldn't get out of fast enough...thus the others still look like cyclists while I look like an overgrown frat boy.