I actually signed up for this blog about a year ago...I just never got around to using it.

I had just decided to do the Seattle to Portland and I was all kinds of excited about this new adventure. I call it a "new adventure" because at that point it had been about fifteen years since I'd really ridden a bike--the occasional one mile rides to the coffee shop on my Campus Green 1973 Schwinn Breeze excepted...oh, and the one time the summer before that I rented a bike with some friends and took in some sights on a nearby island.

I had intended to chronicle my (mis)adventures in bike shopping, accessory shopping, and clothing shopping here. And, of course, all of the hilarity that comes from an uncoordinated fat girl trying to actually ride her bike enough to get ready for a 200-mile ride.

I didn't actually do any of that. But, believe me, you would have laughed. A lot.

I did, however, complete the ride. And not without inflicting a certain amount of pain upon myself. There's YouTube video and shots on Flickr to prove all of this. (No, I'm not going to tell you how to find me in the masses. But, if you already know me, or have ridden with me, it's not that difficult to pick me out.)

So, why am I writing in this blog now? I dunno. Because it seemed like something to do?

No. Well, ok, yeah...that's part of it. But there's also a larger reason (no, I'm not referring to my ass).

I've decided to do the STP again this year. My original hope after completing last year's jaunt was that I could go into this year with the goal of being a One-Day Finisher. Unfortunately, that's not going to happen. I've had enough injuries over the past year that kept me out of commission that there's no way I can get in (or rather, sustain) the kind of training that I would need to complete this ride in one day...not this year, at least.

So, in addition to trying my first sprint distance triathlon later this year, I'm also going to be gearing up for another STP.

Fatty's getting back on her bike...