It’s been 6 months, 683 miles, 70 bottles of water, 15 plates of pancakes, and 1 container of crotch cream in the making.

I have been biking my butt off in preparation. And finally, the ride I’ve been training for, the Houston to Austin BP MS 150, it is upon us.

I am super stoked.

See, awhile back I got into biking after some bad shit happened to me. Riding Miss Piggy (my pretty pink road bike) has changed me. I no longer feel like a stranger in this western town, as I’ve explored Houston’s vast expanses on two wheels; from Brays Bayou to Terry Hershey, Memorial, and Cullen Parks, me and Miss Piggy have had quite the tango in this oilman’s paradise.

Speaking of oilman’s paradise, did you know Houston is home to the George Bush Hike and Bike Trail? I like to ride that trail, but I do so with caution. True story: my first time out, I rounded a bend only to be greeted by the rapid staccato of gunfire echoing—from a nearby range—through the bayou. Jilted, I swerved left. I was quick to correct though. On the George Bush Trail you keep to the Right.

So tomorrow I’ll embark on my longest ride yet—it’s 150 miles from Houston to Austin. Thinking back, I still worry about bad shit. But the kind of bad shit I worry about these days is the kind that appears in the aftermath of endurance exercise wherein the excessive consumption of powders, goos, and gels is par for the course.

Wish me luck!

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