Written by: Tony Campbell
“I’m getting to old for this s… stuff.” No, I’m not going to let myself say that – not yet.
After a very productive work day yesterday, I was rearing to go this morning for the first day of my single-week bike adventure. After a moving devotion by Pastor Eric, our most gracious host at Bethany Wesleyan Church Indianapolis, we were finally off. I haven’t done a full segment for 3 years, but I did train and I was ready – and we started out on some trails that I have previously ridden in Indianapolis. What I was not ready for was the mud on the Fall Creek Trail.
After slipping and sliding through the first patch of mud I started taking the grass around the mud spots, which was also soggy and hard to push through on a road bike. So I followed some other riders onto the parallel parkway and a “short cut” that only added two miles to my day. But it turns out they were the fast riders at the front of the pack –bad move. I was able to hang with them till the first rest stop, but the effort wore me out.
So I rested up and left with a different group, which went well until Kert had a flat tire. I stayed with him while he changed it and then tried to catch up with my new group – bad move (sound familiar?) – why can’t I learn to pace myself?
So I rode alone at my own pace from the second rest stop. My now sore foot, tired legs, the heat and humidity which I had been able to avoid on my training rides even had me entertaining thoughts that I MIGHT have to get sagged in for the first time ever.
At the final rest stop Kert and his group persuaded me to join them, despite my protests that I would either slow them down or push myself too hard trying to keep up. But I seem to catch a second wind at the rest stop and Curt set a reasonable pace and I made it to the end.
This was easier, I seem to remember, back in 2008 when I was a whole way rider.
I’ve done at least a day or a week of most of the rides since then. Maybe it’s time to rest on my laurels.
(But it is time to rest – my muscles are killing me!)