Sunday was my fifth but hopefully not final century of the season. It was a very nice supported ride with great people. With each century I do, the 100mi becomes less daunting; but regardless, by mile 85 or so, I am beat! The same was definitely true on Sunday. Chugging along as usual and feeling great around miles 75-80ish - feeling like I could ride all day, and then, bam!, mile 85 and my body is finished. I am starting to think that it is more mental than physical and that I should just turn off my odometer and enjoy the ride. With my brain not knowing that I have hit 85mi, maybe my body won't know either and will just keep happily going along!