This morning I woke up painfully early on a strange couch. Sunlight filtering through the blinds like a laser targeted at my eyeballs. A mild headache suggested that perhaps that last beer or two wasn’t such a good idea last night. I wanted to go back to sleep, instead I headed home to gather my wits and come up with a plan.
Before I could go anywhere there was still the matter of an entire Subaru full of junk from the Bike29 yard sale on Saturday. There was a need for caffeine and for a real breakfast and some love for my poor guts which weren’t happy with me for straying from my normal diet which these days seems to consist mainly of eggs & lettuce.
Eventually I made it to Waitsfield in time to join one of the festival rides. Our tidy group of 8 headed out for the ride. It was hot, I felt like crud. Even riding my geared, full-suspension SF100 I was suffering madly on the climbs. And hot. Oh so hot. Once we gained the ridge and most of the climbing was behind us, I finally started to come around and towards the end I even found my climbing legs. Great techy trails out there, some I hadn’t ridden before. I walked a few sections, but can finally say that I rode the drop on Cyclone that I’ve chickened out on every other time.
Our group was quiet, maybe I wasn’t the only one a little banged up from the night before? Led to lots of thinking while on the ride. What will the next 6-9 months look like? Depending on how things go, there could be some major changes. Am I really up for this? In the end, I’ve decided not to fret until things start to happen. One step at a time and it will all work out.
Finished with a dip in the river and some ice cream and a trip over the mountain to pick up K from his weekend with his favorite Auntie.