Fuck, my ass.

This makes me claustrophobic simply looking at it.  Gah.

So, tomorrow we drive up to Whistler (separately) to drop our car off there.  Then go to the expo to pick up our packages.
Then we go to bed, get up a dumb fuck o'clock and cycle down to the start in the dark.  And then I ride 122 kilometres from sea level to a world renowned skiing destination.
It's funny: I go to therapy because I get overwhelmed with life's banality.  But since May I've been to Charleston, Savannah, Nashville, and Penticton, rode the Langley Medio, went to Seattle, did a Century ride in Coquitlam, and flew to Victoria and back for a weekend. where I did a 100k bike ride to the Sooke potholes.
I'm pretty sure there's nothing banal about that.
In other news, the posted photo of the start of the Fondo doesn't freak me out at all.  I hate crowds.  I would just linger at the back, except - just like running - no one seeds themselves appropriately and so I am going to be passing idiots on expensive bikes for kilometres because they think that they can bring it in in under six hours or whatever.  I'm not saying I'm going to be fast - quite the opposite - but it slays me the way people place themselves in corrals.
Funnily enough, the one race where no one wanted to be in front of me, even though I kept on trying to back into the crowd was the marathon that I won.  The photo of us all at the start line shows me, and the male winner at the front.  It was kind of funny, in retrospect.
Anyways.  It looks like the weather is cooperating, so I just hope for a safe, enjoyable ride on Saturday.  If I make it to the finish line and don't wipe out I will be one happy chick.  And the first three words out of my mouth when I get out of the saddle will be....