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This weekend I put 125 miles on the bike: 65 on the Cape Ann BRC ride, and 60 on the usual QuadCycles weekend ride. What’s odd is that 60-mile rides (aka “metric centuries”) have become so commonplace to me that they’re hardly worth noting in my training journal anymore.

I guess it’s true that for most people, that’d be an accomplishment worth noting, and sometimes I’ll mention the first one or two lengthy rides of the year. But by the end of May I’ve usually done six or eight 60-mile QuadCycles rides, plus more than a dozen solo rides of equal distance. So about now 60 miles feels like a very normal, mundane kind of distance to me.

It’s only once in a while that I step back and realize that four hours on a bike is actually noteworthy. I guess for whatever reason that’s been more evident to me over the past week or so.

From here, the season starts getting a wee bit crazy. The Tour de France starts in two weeks, and in three weeks I’ll be in Oregon, trying to find time to bike Mt. Hood. And the PMC is only six weeks away.

Still, if I’m shrugging off back-to-back 60-mile rides, I think I’m ready for the PMC. We’ll see about Mt. Hood, tho!