The bike ride

The 50-mile bike ride is history, and it was a big success.  My wife finished at around 2:30 p.m., well ahead of the 4 p.m. cutoff time set by the ride organizers.

Her sister drove down to be at the finish, and the two of us drove out to the park where the riders would come in.  On a narrow county road just before the park, there she was–her red biking jersey really stood out.  But she was walking her bike, not riding.  We pulled up alongside, and she told us she had fallen at a water crossing a few hundred yards back.  She couldn’t disengage her pedal cleat fast enough as she approached the water, and went down.  Injuries were minor–a few bruises and some “road rash,” and as we pulled our car into the parking area, we could see her get back up on her bike for the finish.  We parked the car, grabbed the camera, and hurried to the finish line, but by the time we got there, she was already in the finishing chute with a big smile on her face.

The ride was undoubtedly the most athletic thing this middle-aged woman had ever done in her life, and it left her with a great sense of accomplishment.  Today, it also left her with a collection of bruises on her legs.

But she’s ready to ride again, and is wondering how to stay motivated to bring the bike out after work for her 11-miler. Way to go, girl!


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