I can always find something to worry about. This blog is jam-packed with proof of that, if you've somehow missed every race-run-up post.
RAGBRAI is no exception, and some of the folks I ride with are good at — inadvertently, I'm sure — feeding that tendency.
One participated in the RAGBRAI pre-ride, so he has plenty to say about the extreme hills at the end.
Another waxes dramatic about the lack of long rides he's gotten in and how the ones he has done have knocked him out, sending me on a frantic mental search of lengthy rides and how fatigued I was after them.
Recently, yearly mileage started to be tossed around. Comparisons were made, to each other and to the suggested 1,000-plus threshold to attain before RAGBRAI.
By that point, all the negativity from others (but mostly my own self) had worn me down to where I couldn't even be bothered to work up a panic over my mileage.
Then the humidity broke, and I rode for nearly 50 miles at my own pace with plenty of water. And I started to wonder just how many miles I'd put in.
As it turns out, that ride put me around 900 for the year, if I've been accurately reporting my mileage on Daily Mile.
How many more times do I have to tell myself?
RIDE YOUR PACE.
ADJUST TO CONDITIONS.
This year, hopefully, Independence Day means freedom from turning what used to be a beloved holiday into a source of frustration and fuel for self-criticism.