Personally all I see is the white stripe of the road.
I'm at mile 50 and its all I can do to pedal.
There is no admiring the brown/beige of the desert. No chance of daydreaming at the crystal blue sky watching the clouds float by. I can't watch the lizard watching me.
All I can do is pedal. I have given up on looking around. I have given up on looking at the horizon. I have even given up on looking more than 4 feet in front of me. It's too much effort. Effort I can't afford to loose.
The wind is howling at me. The sun is beating me down. I am t-i--r-e-d! I've been pedaling for almost 4 hours. I am struggling up the umpteenth hill and my energy is at an all time low.
This hill alone must be a mile long and I swear it is a mile high! My speed has crept down to almost a stand still. I am struggling to maintain 4.5-5 miles per hour.
Lake mead has beaten me down. I can't stand to see another hill. My body quivers at the thought of more wind. Finally I give up. Lake Mead has beaten me. I had meant to turn at mile 57, but I relent and turn around at mile 50.
Suddenly, I don't feel the wind. I feel the exhilaration of speed. I am pedaling at 30 miles per hour with no effort. You can't even call this pedaling!
I am on top of the world. At least until I change direction and face another hill. Then it's back to a crawl again.
It's either effortless pedaling or it's a death crawl. When its effortless, I feel like I could go forever. Otherwise, I can't go another step. Time to call in the Calvary.
I compromise and head towards home. By the time I reach home I've hit 75 miles and I am struggling.
It's time to relieve the Mrs. from house duty. But I still want to get more mileage in.
What to do?
The trainer. The god forsaken trainer. The cursed devil spawn trainer.
Not that I'm biased or anything.
The last 15 miles took over 2 hours. Bike time is much lower, but I had to take a break every couple of minutes.
Maybe it was being home. Maybe it was because I was too tired. Maybe I just got wimpy. Whatever it was, I was d.o.n.e.
Finally I had to just shut up and pedal. Stop thinking and pedal. PEDAL!!
100 miles. 100.7 to be exact.
I did my first century. It was my longest ride ever and I earned every mile of it.
I am exhausted.
If I never ride the trainer again it will be too soon. I swear, I will scream if I ever have to ride it again.
Oh wait! I've got to ride it again this week. Oh great!