Fridays, I have off – at least up until this week. Next week, we start working Fridays. It’s all good. It’s been a wonderful summer and I’m ready to go back to work. I think I will love my job. It’s been pretty awesome so far. But I digress.
I was supposed to get up this morning at 6 am and ride with my gorgeous sister-in-law. She got her new bike and wanted to start riding. She’s going to participate in a Triathlon at the end of this month. Me, I ride for health reasons. Last night, I babysat for them and then waited up for my husband to get in from his 7-hour+journey. So the idea of riding at 6 am got squashed because of the rain that I figured was still happening. Little did I know that the roads were completely dry and Denise was waiting for me. Ugh, I’m so lame.
So after I got off the phone with her I tried to fall asleep again but a half hour later, just as I was drooling back to slumber, my brother-in-law, who lives across the street, by the way, called to discuss the check they wrote to buy my son’s car… which I will miss. In any case, I attempted sleep once more, but it was fruitless so I ended up going out to ride in spite of feeling tired and cranky.
Now I have to tell you, I took my bike for a tune-up last weekend and while it was in the shop, I rode my husband’s bike. His bike is maybe a model more expensive than mine, but I rode it so easily, that I was shocked when my ride was done. I rode at almost 3 miles an hour faster than on my bike. The major difference is that his seat is higher. So-o-o-o, I raised my seat when I got my bike back and what a difference!
This morning, I was on the middle incline of l’Alpe d’Huez and cruising – I mean I was riding at a blazing 11 miles an hour up that hill. I was so amazed that I forgot about the old red GM car that parks on the incline – the only car that parks on that section of road, by the way! I’ll never know what made me look up – I’ll call it divine intervention – maybe my mom, maybe Mary Anne… they’re the closest to saints in my life. I’m not sure how I reacted so quickly and why the pickup truck that was traveling a bit faster than the legal 25 MPH didn’t hit me from behind. But I didn’t get killed and finished my 8.7-mile ride in 43 minutes. That’s an average speed of 12 miles an hour for those of you who are mathematically challenged.
So I lived to tell this tale. I’m sure there will be others. Thank you for listening.