So I rode my bike Saturday. 28 miles at an average speed of 13.8. It was awesome! No, really. It was the best ride I’ve had in several years.
I wish I could describe what it felt like to be the stronger rider for once. I was the guy doing the pulls up the hill…I was the guy sitting up waiting for my friend Charlie to catch up…I was the guy who got to hear the other rider gasping for air. And I’ll tell you a little secret, Dear Reader…it was an awesome feeling.
Now in Charlie’s defense, he hadn’t been on his bike in over a year and was recovering from neck surgery. When we rode together two years ago, he could kick my ass on any given day, but he always stuck with me, even when I was barely going 8 mph up a hill. I always appreciated that about him and felt that I should do the same now that I’m in better shape than he is. Plus, the more we ride, the better we’ll both get…and I’m sure at some point, he’ll start kicking my ass again…but until then, I’m going to enjoy this thoroughly.