I did not have access to a computer to blog since Thursday morning and even though I am home, I plan on reminiscing about the last few days on the tour through this venue. Thursday, I felt in a funk. I had days like this in training where the last thing I felt like doing was spending the day with my butt on a small seat and my feet set in rigid shoes clipped to metal pedals. This position gives you no choice but to start pumping your legs lest you fall over onto the concrete.
Sandy being a good and faithful friend put herself in the precarious position of riding alone with me as I hovered near the grumpy mark. But hanging out with just eachother was just what I needed to get through the day. I realized then that God had taught us to encourage one another in needed ways as we trained together. We pretended we were just on a training ride - except for the joy knowing that we didn't need to finish the ride and then still make dinner, plan for kids summer camp schedules, make 4 business return calls, feed the dog, or answer to ourselves for the dirty house we left to spend hours riding a bike.
We took it easy and laughed our way down a relatively short (57 mile) route, making frequent and long stops to blog in a library, eat lunch in a park, detour to see a scenic overlook of a very old viaduct bridge, and just to enjoy an absence of testosterone - some things cannot be adequately laughed over in the presence of men. We dragged our feet so long, at one point the final Sweep Team (2 or 3 riders whose job is to "sweep" the last riders in at the end of the day) caught up to us. This fact sent us into more laughing stitches since we had joked about this possibility along the way, crying "wolf" or "I think I see the Sweep Team coming behind us" as we rode. Of course, we did not end the day "at the end of the line" - we had to retain some dignity.
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