Well, this past weekend was the MS150 ride, from Cranberry to Lake Erie in Ohio. 150 miles over 2 days; 80 the first day (I skipped the 100-mile "century" option) and 70 the 2nd day.
I think I was more worried about the planning for the trip, and remembering to bring all the right things than I was about the actual ride. "David":http://bigbrit.blogspot.com/ was very helpful and sent a list of what to bring, what to eat, what to drink, etc.
I got to the start point Saturday morning, and it was insane! I have a bit of a problem with large crowds of people, or anything feeling a little too "feel good":http://feralboy.com/log/archives/000244/, so I was really close to hopping right back in my car and heading home, but I didn't. Found Lauren, who at the last second decided she could do the ride, dropped off our luggage at the truck that would bring it to Allegheny College, and we were off!
The riding was easy, and went through lots of pretty countryside on 2-lane roads. We did our best to stay away from packs of people, as a lot of them didn't know how to ride well (there was this one woman we called "Dizzy" that we kept seeing who would swerve all over the place. When I saw her at the end of the day, I half expected her to be completely cross-eyed, but she wasn't). There were rest stops set up every 10-15 miles with water, snacks, porta-potties, bike maintenance and medical attention, if you needed it. I actually needed to stop at the first rest stop and get some band-aids to cover my one nipple. Ever since I've had them pierced (going on 10 years now) my one has always been a little more sensitive than the other, and my shirt flapping in the wind against it was making the jewelry move, and was going to make it really really unhappy. A bit of tape to hold it down solved that problem nicely.
By the end of the first day, I was feeling pretty good. No muscle fatigue, but my knees were singing. I have bad knees anyway, and after all the riding going from bent to straight was really uncomfortable. A whole bunch of "Vitamin I" helped out with that, and sleeping wasn't bad Saturday night.
Sunday I was a little stiff, but some more ibuprofen and a leisurely breakfast got me going. The riding this day was even easier; more flat, less hills and decent road surface. There was one interesting thing that happened; midway through the ride Lauren and this fellow Bob that we had met were riding about 20 feet or so ahead of me, and a guy had pulled off to the side of the road (but not on to the shoulder) ahead of them. He was repeating something like "go around" or "go left" or something as riders came up on him, but Lauren didn't move around him until the last 5-10 feet or so. As she passed by, I heard him say "Crazy bitch!" as _I_ was passing by, so I turned around and started screaming at him: "Excuse me?! You don't fucking talk to my friend like that!" He had some Canadian flag stuck in his helmet, and I wish I had the quick wit to say something like "Take your universal healthcare, bacon and Celine Dion and shove it up your ass, eh?!", but I always think of these things 30 seconds too late.
The last half of Sunday I was alone, and just pounded out the miles. I wish my commute was more like that, but I guess the hills are fun in their own way. At the finish line there were some people with MS applauding the riders as they crossed the finish line, so that was pretty cool.
Thanks to everyone who wished me well, and especially to everyone who sponsored me.