Sigh.

I wish I could backdate blog posts. Or at least manufacture some forward progress.

Unfortunately, I cannot do either and I have nothing to report from the last two-plus weeks. At least nothing of any positive nature. The change in seasons leaves limited daylight to venture out on the still-to-be-named new bike and the lack of skill of this here rider leaves limited progress made.

To be completely honest, I still cannot get used to the pedals. I feel like I'm freakin' three years old and unable to stay upright. Do they make training wheels for pretty road bikes? Mental note to check that one out.

Any suggestions on the clip/strap method would be much appreciated because, personally, I am at a loss how to even best get my feet in them and even more so how to get them out. The whole getting comfortable on narrow tires and leaning over the handlebars thing has been slow going as well.

In short, I am pretty much a total loser thus far. When I first made the decision to do this, I was a little scared. I mean, 100 miles is a long way. A month or so later, I am absolutely terrified.

Of riding. Of the training process. And most importantly, of failing.

The good news, however, is that I have some inspiring people around that I am fairly certain will not let that happen and one in particular who has given me a swift kick in the arse by showing me that anything is possible.

So tomorrow is a new day. Remind me how to spell HOPE. Let's get this thing started. Fo' real.