No, I didn’t turn 100 years old, but the odometer on the unicycle clicked over to 100 miles. Looking at the weather forecast this morning I figured it might be the last really warm Fall day of the year, so I threw the uni in the car and headed for the rail trail. The odometer was at 94 and I knew I was in for an extra long ride if I was actually going to hit the century mark. I’ve been riding the rail trail to the end and back for the last couple of weeks, and that’s just a tick over 5 miles, so I added a couple of little “side trips” to nudge the mileage up. As I came back into the parking lot at the trail head the odo displayed those magical three digits.

I really wasn’t sure I would get to 100 this year, and it wasn’t really even that much of a goal – yeah, I thought it would be cool and it was something to motivate me to keep me pedaling into the colder weather, but for some reason it felt like it might be a little anti-climatic.  Hitting 50 was like “did I really just do that?”.  Hitting 75 was like “wow, I really did that, didn’t I?”.  I figured if I hit 100, it would be like “meh, so I did it – time for a beer”. Then I saw those numbers on the bike computer – the fist pumping, the happy dance, and the “WOO HOO’s” got me some pretty weird looks from the walkers and the bike riders…