Taper week is finally here--and with it shorter rides, glorious rest, and butterflies of anticipation.
How will I respond to a sea of cyclists on the open road?
Will my body actually be able to do this?
Will my gears de-rail properly when climbing a death-trap hill?
How many expletives will I hurl into the open air if they don't?
Regardless of how I hold up this weekend, it's good to know that my team--and all of the other riders and supporters of Bike MS--are making a huge difference. Not only does our participation raise awareness and financial support for this debilitating disease, but it also serves as a reminder that I am a tiny component of a much bigger story. What little pain I experience along the way will be such a temporary blip in comparison to the struggle millions of people around the world face each day.
So, as I ride, I will be meditating on these verses as I pray for myself and others who face all kinds of trials:
And then, I'm sure I'll hurl a few more expletives.
Better out than in, right??
And Now for the Training Update
I know you've been holding your breath waiting to read all about it. Really...it's okay to breathe now.
Coach Erin finally let me swim---yay!
She also told me to focus mainly on kicking--boo!
So last Tuesday morning--in the wee dark hours--I was a good little trainee and kicked (and kicked and kicked) until I couldn't kick anymore. When I was finished kicking and my legs were jelly, the sun finally decided to emerge.
Coach's next order was to do flat bike rides.
After I stopped laughing hysterically, I decided on the Katy trail and Stephen's Lake Park. However, just to GET to the Katy trail, I have to climb what I like to call "hospital hill" on Broadway. Those who live here will understand that one.
And no, my gears did not de-rail properly and yes. I almost started to roll backward in the middle of the hill.
But then I nailed the rest of it.
Take that, hospital hill!
This was a pretty scene from Stephen's--a much tamer ride.
My rides this week are to be super short--no more than 8 miles each--so on Tuesday I decided to take a new paved trail connecting my complex to a highway east of town, and happened upon these here flood waters. Luckily the water had receded from the trail--but the roaring rush was spectacular.
I'm heading out tomorrow for my last ride before the Bike MS, and I'm more than a little sad. I've enjoyed training for this event (and previous events) so much that I will need to look for another amazing feat to conquer and a cause to support.
Nothing beats pushing yourself to limits you never dreamed you'd have the strength to withstand---and I'm convinced I need a little bit of that in my life at all times. It keeps me humble, honest, and absolutely grateful.
See you at the finish line!