I reached another "you know you're Pro moment" as I poured myself into uniform and stepped outside...
You know your pro when the Stunt Double calls and says, "you're on your own, dude...you're pro you have to get out there... I'll be walking around the house with my National Championship jersey on again. Late." Two others called with the same message...
The metabolism must be gearing up for a long season cause lately I can't get enough food.
A restaurant-sized portion of French toast made with 4 scrambled eggs, iced in butter and drowning in syrup didn't even seem to do it prior to this day's rally. And I'm just a little guy. But the competition waits for nobody, and alas, one must do what needs to be done - solo or not.
As beautiful as these rides are, they aren't always what you'd like to be doing on a gloomy Saturday. 4-and-a-half hours in 30 degree wet snow isn't all that fun.
But you stick with it, you perservere, and you see things in a different way...
You only live once and constantly remind yourself that the pain of a lonely, cold, and wet day in the saddle is merely temporary...
As I headed for home with my tongue draped over the handlebar I couldn't help but think about all those 75 degree days that are so routine; yet how days like this burn in the mind forever...
Nor could I stop thinking about the armada of sushi I'd later claim as my medal for the day...
Happy Easter, everyone...
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