Woot! Here’s my recap of the NYC Century.
I got up at 4:30 a.m., got dressed, and ate a large serving of fat-free Greek yogurt with honey, with two large pieces of sourdough bread and peanut butter. I loaded five Clif bars into my bike bag, and left the patch kit behind. I’d never had a flat before, so hey! I rolled the dice.
I arrived to the start line at 110th Street and Adam Clayton Powell, Jr., Boulevard (just inside Central Park) about 20 minutes early, the bikes’ flashing lights creating an early morning music-free rave.