I went on my weekly long ride early this morning - just shy of 100. I left so early that my goal once I was out the door was to get 20 miles in before the sun came over the ridge. Success!
I've done my last two 100 mile long rides alone - without anyone else riding along with me. Riding by myself wasn't intentional, rather situational. I've always done long rides with other people, just for moral support if nothing else.
I have been having a great time riding alone, despite how I thought I'd feel spending 5+ hours with no one to complain to. I actually think I have a better attitude when it's just me, and the time just flies by. Wow! Who knew??
This is what I have found in those 10+ hours alone in the past 2 weeks: I LOVE MY BIKE. I am completely infatuated with it. MY Scott Plazma. MINE. She and I are best friends (sorry Tyson). Last Saturday, I had such crazy, excited emotions about my Plasma that I almost got off of it at about mile 85 and took a picture of myself hugging the core of the frame.
How weird is that?