Tuesday, September 18, 2012
All was lined up for a luxuriously fast and easy day in the saddle. A week of restful recovery, healthy habits and a lack of aches could only lead to a superior performance on Saturday, right? I visualized waiting at the top of each climb for the slow pokes. Even the invitation referred to me as "the fastest rider".
Instead I started the day with two flats, not enough flat-repair supplies and a stinky attitude before we even hit Scappoose. The pretty part of the day started there, and things started to look up. And I do mean up. Even in my easiest gear, the ride felt like a constant grind.
In the end, I received some special gifts that floated my mood sky-high. And my seemingly sluggish pace wasn't quite the slowest, although I'm reminded that bike rides and life are no contest and no place to compare. Finally, I concluded that my sweet little smoothie needs some serious lovin'.
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