It’s the day before I depart and I realized I should probably start packing.
Making lists, packing up, rummaging through my belongings to figure out what I really need.
Bike
Helmet
Heavily padded shorts (rumor has it we are riding 90 miles? I’ve ridden 32 on my Computrainer as my long ride this year – does that count?)
Bars, gels, instant sugar sources for survival during long ride
Pictures of Boss to show Jennifer when she talks about her kids or pulls out pictures of them
Jerome’s phone number – just in case
Patience for the elderly (Jennifer’s words, not mine)
IPod
Ear plugs (ask Mel for extras)
Jennifer’s AARP card for discounts at Waffle House
Run shorts
Cupcakes for Kate
Visor
Big girl goggles (for Molly, just in case she forgets them…)
Sunglasses
Sunscreen
Chocolate
Miss Daisy’s bonnet (and a bee to put in it just for fun at mile 80 of the ride)
Coffee – lots.
Trashy magazines for Jen (I on the other hand will be reading Jane Eyre…uh, just kidding)
New swimsuit – the one that looks like pink threw up all over it (it was on sale)
Two wetsuits (for warmth, I heard the water is 50 degrees? I really don’t do water below 70)
Pajamas for Pancakes & PJ night (I cannot believe I just had to say that but…I will be a good sport because pancakes are involved)
Laptop to blog about daily adventures
Anti-pink spray (in case Jennifer gets too pink or too close to me)
Baggies (any time a ride is over 50 miles I find one can never have enough plastic baggies)
iPhone for mobile Facebook updates (clearly I am concerned about the essentials here)
Tool belt (favorite all time joke: because when I drop the hammer Jen will need a place to put it)
Hairspray (to help Rachelle keep her mall bangs up – ever since that mall ride I know she’s been sporting a new look)
OPTIONAL: real clothes, underwear and personal beauty products will be absolutely unnecessary because as I have learned from many camps – I will probably be in workout clothes from 6 am to 8 pm every day.
And you know what – as long as fleece tights, mittens, base layers and balaclavas are not involved – I’m ok with that.
See you in sunny Florida!
PS: the other day someone asked me what the “elf” means…my name is Elizabeth Louise Fedofsky. As you can see, I have always been an “elf”!
