I was scheduled yesterday to go cycling in the wine country with my race club. This was a golden opportunity as someone had made the arrangements and matched drivers to riders and there was a whole group going and I LOVE cycling in the wine country – it is fantastically beautiful terrain and the hills are just right.
As the week wore on I got more and more apprehensive of riding with this group because many of them are training for IM CDA and/or Vineman and this isn’t their first IM and they are fast. They ride at 18-20 mph and I do not. I thought about cancelling. I was pretty sure I had a sore throat coming on – yeah. And you know, my garden really need some work and um… really I’d just be a drag. Then, right on cue my dog came up lame and I thought that was the perfect excuse not to go. After all, I might have to take the dog to the vet. Mustn’t neglect a pet in favor of a ride, right? Of course I had just taken her in Thursday and dropped $95 for nothing but still…. and my son was home and could easily take her in but stilll.. I mean really….. really I should bow out.
And then Momo left me a comment and said “just who cares what speed you are, mom. just have fun out there and go your own pace” and I thought “yes – you are SO right Momo. I will ride my own ride”. I Momo – she is so wise and so kind and such an IronStud who was I not to take her advice?
Up at 5:00, dressed and ready to go at 6:00 and I head over to the park and ride where we are all meeting. I met my driver and passengers, put the bike in the rack and hopped in. We chatted on the way up about this and that I just decided to head out with this group and see what happened. What happened was that I got dropped in the first 2 miles. I thought about pounding it out and catching up and just hanging on to someone’s wheel but then I decided not to. I decided that I would go out for about 15 or so miles, call someone and tell them my plan and just head back the way I went out – and that’s what I did. It was brilliant! I rode 34 miles to their 54 (the extra miles are from getting lost, of course) and ended up back at the cars at exactly the same time as most of the Ironpeeps.
Turns out there were some women who I could have kept up with if I had just punched it in the beginning but that’s okay – I really, really, really enjoyed MY ride.