It was Zen's birthday tonight. We all gathered at the Belmont. There was cake. And then there was another cake. And my stomach is so confused right now between the mix of carrot and chocolate I think I'm going to burst. Or puke.
So a month from today, I'm going to be on Virgin plane heading to San Francisco to do this bike ride thing. Darren called me tonight and we agreed we HAVE TO do all the rides from here on out. It's a decision I made a few weeks ago. I only have a month and then it's over.
This is seriously the hardest thing I've ever done. Hands down. I think I could train to run 100 miles easier than I could train to do this bike ride. I've listed my reasons a thousand times before, but it is hands down the most dangerous thing I've ever done. Every time I go out, I at some point nearly get hit by a car.
And it's starting to sink in: SEVEN DAYS. My ass is going to be sitting on a tiny little seat for SEVEN DAYS. I can't even remember what I was doing a week ago.
The training rides are excruciating. When I did theatre, I hated rehearsals. When I was training for the marathon, I hated the weekend runs. This is no different. I hate the training. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.
And it's expensive! The bike, the clothes, the tubes...
Every single person I've talked to has said, "it will change your life." "It will be the best thing you've ever done." Blah, blah, blah. I sure hope so. Otherwise, look for my body off the coast, somewhere between San Francisco and LA in a month.
Starting tomorrow I'm going to go hardcore with training. I've taken a few weeks off from seriously working out, just going to the gym a few times a week. But starting tomorrow, I'm really going to give myself a month of heavy conditioning.
And no sugar. (No processed sugar.) All organic food.
I'm tempted to take before and after pictures.
I had two really great meetings today. That's about all I can say.
Still no word on THE TELLING.
Something's gotta break soon. And hopefully it's not me.
