It's Hard to Start A Train

Together

The first century we ever rode was from Sunday River, Maine to Stowe, Vermont. Including the little bit when we lost our way, and our SAG group, it totaled 126 miles. Unexpected, unprepared, but arrived in time for cocktails. We have had our fair share of notches, gaps, and "Kancs", (for NH folk).
                   We value the importance of training.
                                    January 1st.

Tracy lays out a thorough and well articulated training program. It gets tricky when living in the frozen tundra , but train we did.

Indoors.      Together.      Alone.

Alone

Wearing multiple layers.
Heat set at 75.
I've come to hear Coach Troy in my head, and it's an "easy day" when you pedal and watch two full feature films, back to back, including previews and credits.

Replace popcorn with Honey Stingers, and you're good to go.