Conditions for the day were questionable. So much so, that the Tour cancelled the Century route. Thunderstorms, hail, dogs and cats threatened the ride from the west. The Metric Century was moved up to a 6:30 start. We raced against the elements. For nothing much is more miserable than a 5-hour ride in the rain. Or hail.
My previous experiences in rain and hail had confirmed this. Once on a trail ride with Miss B we returned from the west in an epic downpour. Water bottles not necessary - you could tilt your head back and get a full mouth of water - that is, if it didn't drown you. As we crossed Dry Mill Run, we encountered an individual who face-planted without a helmet. He was bleeding out. It took almost 30 minutes for the ambulance to get there. And when he came to, his first words were "where's my bike?" The helmet clearly wasn't protecting much, but it would have saved him a fractured skull.
Back to the ride. I was only planning on doing the Metric anyway, so not a major disappointment. 68 miles +/-, but it sounds so much more impressive as 100,000 meters, right?
The temperature was fair, and I was out early. As we reached the first rest stop, the fabulous volunteers were mixing a fresh batch of Gatorade. As I slugged back a couple cups, I thought of all the riders behind me - followers - who would also drink the Gatorade. On the return run here we were cheered on by none other than Wonder Woman. Until then I did not know she had a sidekick, known as T-Shirt Man in Grass Skirt.
We were routed through possibly every suburban street in Ashburn, Ashburn Farm, Village, whatever. Out to South Riding, and back again to the trail. Up, up, up the Blue Ridge Ascent, now rerouted around and under Route 9. And into one of my favorite trail sections west of Paeonian Springs. Until finally, the rest stop and turnaround at Purcellville.
It seemed like the rain was chasing the back of my helmet. At times it seemed like the humidity was just forming in horizontal droplets suspended in mid-air. My jersey was soaked through and stayed that way (possibly 4th worst ride condition). The Time Ribbon appeared before me. The miles behind no longer existed, lumped together with all the previous Centuries. Only the miles ahead were there. And they weren't coming soon enough. Another rider down. Medics. More Gatorade. And the final pull up Sunset Hills and into the Town Center. The Time Ribbon snapped - like a wet towel in gym class - and the Journey of 100,000 meters was over.
With heartfelt thanks to all the sponsors, we raised over $1,000 to fight diabetes. Thanks to the support crews who came to the aid of both riders I saw on the pavement. And thanks to the volunteers at the rest stops and the event organizers. See you in the fall for the DC 50 miler!