Tomorrow, it’s coats and gloves.
Little bit of drizzle this morning so we rode in the car. Went to the car drop-off instead of walking them in, and they both took off like shots as soon as their feet hit the concrete.
I don’t really have any business doing this race.
Last year I was in really good shape and weighed less than I did in college. I was riding hard each week with the crew at Mellow Johnny’s, I’d gotten used to riding long distances, and I was putting in miles whenever I could. I saw the race on the calendar and decided I would do it. I was talking about it with one of the women who rode on the MJ’s ride after I’d decided to give it a shot. She was a sponsored mountain-bike racer who dabbled in riding on the road – she said she’d ridden it before and it was the hardest thing she’d ever done.
Then I crashed while training on the road. I wasn’t hurt very badly, but it was enough to take the wind out of my sails. I used it as an excuse to pull out of the race, and I didn’t ride much at all for a few weeks afterwards. I’d been kicking myself about that all year. Read More
ME (hugging the kids goodbye at the door of the school): I love you guys. Go, and be awesome!
ZACH (turning to Zo?? as they walk down the hall): How come we’ve always got to be awesome?
Triumphant return to school this morning!