**Editor’s Note: This is obviously completely ripped off from Dr. Seuss’s “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” So if you don’t like it, I blame Dr. Seuss. If you like it, then I take all the credit.**
Yesterday was our day.
We didn’t go places!
We didn’t ride away!
We had no helmet on our heads (unless you’re Casey).
We had feet in bike shoes.
No need to steer ourselves
any direction we choose.
We rode all alone or perhaps with some friends.
At the start we knew not what would happen to our rear ends.
Most of us rode trainers ’til our taints were quite numb.
Upon hearing of this, many said, “You’re crazy and dumb!”
With our helmetless heads and bike shoes full of feet,
We didn’t listen to others whose words were not neat.
I thought I may not find anyone
who would join in on this “ride.”
I was surprised, of course,
by how many obliged.
We did not ride out there,
in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen
and frequently do
but riding inside
can be the right thing to do.
And when taints started hurting,
we didn’t complain (too much).
We just rode right along,
and we ignored all that pain.
OH! THE PLACES WE DIDN’T GO!
Some of us did pull ups!
Some of us wore tights!
Some rode outside
Some did air squats just right.
No one lagged behind, because we all had the speed.
No one passed anyone, no one took the lead.
Some were faster than others and finished before the rest.
But none of that matters, since we all passed the test.
Not starting was the only way
to ruin a perfectly good day.
I’m sorry to say so
but, sadly, it’s true.
Some missed this for work.
Bob, I’m talking to you.
As the miles ticked by,
some of us wanted to cry.
And our butts, backs and knees.
Kept screaming, “Stop! Please!”
Did we stop? There’s no way!
This was Super Bowl Sunday!
Food and drink awaited,
and for that we were elated.
And when things got much worse
at roughly mile forty,
We wanted to curse
but we laughed kind of snorty.
We all came to a place where we wanted to stop.
For some that was early, for others it was not.
It was so nice to know that we were not alone.
Suffering together apart, so far from each others’ homes.
We did not need helmets. This was safe for our domes.
We needed many distractions as we pedaled our feet.
Thank goodness for texting, facebook, and Tweets!
Some fellow lunatics we have never met,
but I know we’d be friends. Don’t you think so? You bet!
We must meet up sometime when a meeting is set.
We had 13 states
who took part in this “race.”
Impressive, for sure, but I won’t hesitate
to tell you that we Americans are not the only fools.
Two other countries jumped in the stupidity pool.
Great Britain and India, isn’t that cool?
It was not all fun.
But we knew what to do.
We all just kept riding. Yes you, you and YOU!
We stopped here and there, what else could we do?
But we hopped right back on though we did not want to.
Sweat dripped from our brows, and our faces turned blue
But we just kept on going with our feet in bike shoes.
We just kept on going. What else could we do?
Waiting to reach the 62 mile mark
was painful and slow as our butts and knees barked.
Our spirits did wane and our drive had been took.
But then others finished according to facebook.
It was confirmed on Twitter after I took one more look.
People had done it! For real, it’s no lie.
62 on a trainer and nobody died.
But with 20 miles left, I wanted to cry.
That’s not for you!
Somehow we rode on
though it really sucked now.
I just wanted to stop,
to shower, sleep, and eat chow.
With the wheels still a-spinning
our taints could take no more.
Our movies had ended.
This chore was a bore.
Oh, the places we didn’t go! We just wanted to be done!
There are no points to be scored. This “race” could not be won.
Of all the wonderful things to do on a bike,
we stayed inside for hours, which I just did not like!
Pain! More pain in my ass there just couldn’t be,
I wanted to quit with no “Stepbrothers” on TV.
Except we just kept on going.
Because, sometimes, pain is the only way to keep growing.
For those riding solo
I don’t know how you stayed on your horse.
I rode with a friend, Aaron,
Adam was there too, and he was fired, of course.
My butt and my legs just couldn’t endure,
But wait just a minute.
Aaron had the cure.
Aaron took Casey’s bad idea and just made it worse.
He suggested doing sprints, and I wanted to curse.
But sprint we did, and, “Stop!” I would beg.
But the pain left my taint, and entered each leg.
With every sprint
my lungs nearly burst
My lips, they went dry.
I had a powerful thirst.
The sprints truly sucked,
but the monotony was done.
I still hated Aaron.
My God, that was dumb!
But my butt felt slightly better
Though it may have gone numb.
On and on we did bike
and we did not go far.
But we all had our reasons
whatever they are.
If you took part at all
I say thanks for your part!
We did this together
though many miles apart.
Whether you finished the full metric
century is moot.
You did something great
and got stronger to boot.
It doesn’t matter if you went far or fast.
We rode to nowhere, and we all had a blast. (Now that it’s over!)
And did you succeed?
Yes! You did, indeed!
If you took part at all, then it is guaranteed.
GUYS, WE RODE NOWHERE!
be your name Patrick or Kevin or Kathleen,
I hope in your chamois you did not crap your spleen.
We rode to no places!
Yesterday was our day!
Casey’s next bad idea is waiting.
To that… I say..
As the Super Century draws closer and closer (it’s this Sunday!), I’m realizing how awful this idea truly is. When I wrote the first post about the Super Century, I really thought everyone would call us stupid and try to talk us out of it. While we had a handful of people do that, we had way more support than I ever dreamed we would have. Not only did we get support, we actually had a lot of people interested in joining us. I guess misery really does love company, huh?
So far we have several Missourians, Kansans, Illini, Iowans, a Wisconsanite, a Pennsylvannian, and a New Yorker participating in the Super Century by either riding a metric century (62 miles) on a trainer or outside. On top of that, we have a handful of
nutjobs brave souls that are doing stupid amazing challenges in lieu of the Super Century… 31 miles on a treadmill (that’s even worse that 62 on a trainer), 150 pullups (a LOT harder than it sounds), and 1,000 (or is it 10,000?) “proper form” air squats (also a LOT harder than it sounds).
Since there are so many states participating, the state with the most participants will win the State Super Century Challenge (SSCC), so be sure you drop us a line to let us know you participated. When this thing goes worldwide, we’ll have to make t-shirts or something and make a trophy for the Super Century World Championship. Until then, though, you’ll have to settle for bragging rights until next year’s challenge.
There’s still time to
crap your spleen into your chamois join in on the “fun.” If you’re in MO or crazy enough to make the drive (Kage?), we’ll be getting together in a basement somewhere (Aaron, does your offer still stand?) at 6:00 AM. I’m still trying to hunt down a trainer for Adam, so if you have a spare, let me know.
The only thing left to do is pick out what we’re going to watch during this ride. Maybe some old “ALF” re-runs? “Driving Miss Daisy” perhaps? It’s always inspiring. I think my number one pick is the under-rated “From Justin to Kelly.” Do you have any suggestions for us?