my dear friend roberta encouraged me to write this post. i've known roberta for 20 years...we shared a home at one point, we share good friends, we share similar passions. when roberta and i first knew each other, she was an accomplished athlete. i'm not sure when she became this way...but i've always known her to be this way.. a runner, a weightlifter, a cyclist, a crossfitter. she pretty much kicks complete ass in whatever athletic endeavor she chooses- she always has. it's. just. her.
i, however, really cared very little about sweating or being strong or competing. i just wanted to dress cute and go see music. eventually i became a snowboarder (but not really all that athletic), and much to roberta's surprise, i started to commute by bike (not when it was too hot...i wasn't stoked to get sweaty and ruin my hair). the combo of snowboarding and riding a bike lead to actually wanting to get fit. as things progressed i found that i wanted to do the things i watched roberta do.....run, ride, race. i sucked at running and quickly gave that up, but with the help of another friend, i embraced cycling. i never aspired to be as good as a racer as roberta, but i thought i'd give it a go.
i failed at road racing. i actually hated it. but i loved riding my bike and soon learned that mountain bike racing is what fueled me. it was hard, but it was really fun and so rewarding...so there i went...racing mountain bikes.
i did really well and quickly progressed my first few years. it was tedious training work, but i felt on top of the world. i was winning a lot of races, and at the same time, i met aaron. life, quite frankly....rocked.
as anybody who would read this blog knows, aaron and i (at our advanced age), had a quick romance and marriage and subsequent pregnancy. racing mountain bikes became a thing of the past....too much time required to compete and keep fit.
well. another kid later, a broken collar bone, a surgery, a 45th birthday...and here i am...trying to race again.
the day before mother's day i jumped back into the competition...the furthest distance mountain bike race i had ever done. and very technical! although i feel like i'm in decent shape, i don't want to dedicate the time to caring about where i place... i just wanted to get back out there and see if i still enjoyed the competition. i did. i do. it's fantastic. i gave what i wanted to at the race...i came out, i rode as fast as i could, i drank a beer, and i went home to do the best thing of all... be with my family.
i was 16th out of 32 women, 40 years and older
i crashed. really super hard once and a few other times not so hard
i had to change a flat
the race took me 3 hours, 27 minutes. i had hoped to do it in 3 hours. whoops.
i paid $75 to sweat and hurt and it was worth every cent i spent.
|post race...we were all glad to be done!|