(Post-blogged on Sunday, May 15th)
I was very exhusted all day from the late night before coming home late and trying to organize, pack, clean/lube bike and finish preparing for a weekend in Richmond with friends and also to bike the Capital to Capital Century. Work was a real tired mess of things, but suffice to say - I got through the day without much anxiety. I planned on a "light" training ride for an hour and a half to stretch out and avoid rush-hour traffic (the plan was to leave directly from work and drive down to Richmond, following my bike ride which would be after rush hour). The ride went smooth, in fact the weather was perfect - I wish it had to be cut short to have to go back to pack up and drive 100 miles south, so the next morning I could bike 100 miles (seems rather silly in retrospect).
I finished all my bike shit, ran to the store before hitting the road for some provisions (Gatorade, Corona, Advil) for the following day. I hit the road, hit it hard....I hit it soo hard from 6:30pm - I was stuck in traffic at a snail's pace ALL THE FRICKEN WAY to Richmond. Pure traffic, unsure why - no bad weather, no accident, no construction...just "Volume" of people all stuck in traffic like a damn parking lot along 95.
It took me 5 hours to drive to Richmond - I got in at 11pm. Let's do the math (which I'll explain some later about cycling 100 miles), I averaged 20 miles an hour times 5 hours = 100 miles. I fucking hate Northern Virginia. Pardon my french.
When I finally arrived at my Friend's house - I was greeted with much OMGness, we hate traffic too - we played some pool, had a few beers, I took a tour of the house and then I had to hit the hay. I had to be up at 6am.....