Don't we look proud?! I don't know about Gail, but my pep talk to self this morning went something like, ok, if you can't do this ride today, you can drop out of the race training and eat a whole box of oreos and just kill yourself. But we did it! It took an hour, and it wasn't pretty. There was the hill right next to the parking lot to get things off to a pitiful start. There was the sheer terror on the bridge over 40, with the realization that if I ran into the side I would flip right over onto the highway below, and that the fall would be short enough that I'd still be alive when I got mauled by oncoming traffic....and of course the ride on HWY 54. I screamed when the first car passed me and made my hair whhooooosh forward under my helmet. When we finally got off 54 I found I had been gripping the handlebar so hard I couldn't let go of it on one side. DEATHGRIP. And of course Gail could have done the ride in much less time, but she had the map and enough pity to come back and circle around while waiting for me to toil up the slopes. And of course I had the car keys. (I may be slow but I ain't stupid!) Yeah, we also saw some nice houses, some deer, some pretty flowers, and an old dirty sock sculptured to the asphalt in an artistic fashion. Those were the highs and the lows, but overall a sense of accomplishment and relief! And we were able to put in a couple miles on the track this evening. If we can still walk tomorrow, GAME ON!!
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