What a weekend!! We first took a trip to visit our son who is serving in the USMC. We took Friday off and headed up early to get as much time with him as possible. Like most kids our two sons dumped Scott and I to do their own thing by Saturday night. This was fine and I was glad the two of them were able to have some time together. I am a lucky mom to have the young men that actually like each other and look forward to hanging out together.
Monday was a bike event and so I was up early at 4AM. It is a struggle any other day to get up at 6:15am but on Monday I popped out of bed excited for the day. I arrived at the beginning of the event site with about 30 minutes to spare. Plenty of time. The field was large and after about 10 miles the riders seemed to fall into good pace groups as we made our way to the mountains.
There were a few opportunities during the ride that I became part of a pace line. Without even speaking we formed a single line of more than 15 riders and the rotations began. The silence of the pack working together was a beautiful thing to be a part of. One by one the front rider would take their turn for 1 to 2 miles. As my turn approached I became nervous and excited. Would I hold a good, even pace?... and with that thought there I was pulling a line of riders up and around turns. When my turn was up I pulled to the left side of the line and easily fell to the back of the line. Add in a few “good pace” and “good pull” comments and I was thrilled. I loved this!
As the end of my ride approached I wanted more…. miles…hills… it was just so enjoyable. The weather was cool and sometimes cold but the sun was out for the entire ride. Not a bad way to spend a Monday in my book. 73 miles and 1 cold beer would close out a great event.
Recovery ride on the schedule for tonight….Robin