All day on Tuesday I sat at work like a 5 year old excited that today would be the official kickoff ride of the year with our local Spinners Club Tuesdays night rides. More than 100 showed and the numbers will only grow considerably over the weeks. After breaking off into pace groups the ride begun.
Thoughts as the ride unfolds…
A bit nervous. Got a hotdog kid in front of me. He speeds up and then slows down. All over the road. Must get away from him. I fall in behind the leader. Nice warm up pace. Make a few turns. Pace picks up. Scott pulls ahead and I begin to drop one by one. Pissed. Chicken. Must hold line. Must hold pace. Scott now out of sight. Effort is low and pace is slowing. Another person passes me. COME ONE. Grab some courage to pass. Hold the pace you big chicken. Make my move. One by one I gain distance between the back of the pack to the front. I see Scott. Pace picks up a bit more. I am right where I want to be. Don’t panic. Don’t move. Hold your line. Then it happens. A indescribable sound. A tunnel of silence. Perfect unity that I am a part of. I hold my line. I feel strong. I attack hills. Strangers to each other but team of one on the road. Another turn. Another hill. Tradeoffs on pulling. Pace strong. Pack strong. Courage found.
And just like that our first Spinners Tuesday night ride is complete. Legs are toast. Spirits are high. Scott and I talk nonstop all of the way home. Perfect night.
Today my legs are doing a little talking to me. Nothing bad. Just wait until I take them for a 6 mile run this afternoon. :)